..but I am out-of-my-mind-butterflies-in-my-stomach-I'm-actually-kinda-nauseous-excited to get to wear a wedding dress. Mere days after Shug proposed I had amassed approximately eleventeen hundred links to every Vera Wang, Amsale, and Jenny Packham confection I even remotely liked.
Now, when cultivating this collection it dawned on me that I wasn't seeing any prices listed anywhere...It was all cotton candy clouds and fairy princess sleepover parties. It was me, on my wedding day, so ethereal in a couture gown that the luminescence I'd emanate would float me down the rose petal-carpeted aisle and guests would have to turn away because my chic fashion sense was too perfect for mere mortals to partake in.
Dress I decided on: 28,000 dollars. Twenty eight THOUSAND dollars. Gross. And seeing that WE have about an 8G budget, my coveted Vera and I will never meet. And that is so ok with me...$28,000 for one dress, one day....really??