She Likes It, He Likes It, I Like It!

And then there was one.  No need to cue the dramatic music, or get out the tissues- for me, the choice of my wedding dress was a very simple, exciting, but not an overly emotional, decision.  I mean, I loved it like a fat kid loves cake, but I didn't need a fainting couch, ya know?

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It came down to three simple things: Did I like how I looked and felt? Yes.  Could I envision myself in this dress on our wedding day? Yep.  Did Mr. Pencils and my parents all like it? Yeppers.

Sold.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that I can't help but make this face when I'm in it:

I didn't shed a tear, and Mama Pencils didn't need a moment.  I AM a crier- but for ridiculous, sad things.  As in, I can't watch that movie Homeward Bound because Shadow falls in the hole and gets hurt...I cry every time I see an emotional scene between a father and a daughter...but those shiny tear drops don't appear when I'm EXCITED.  I felt sort of awful about this when I chose my dress but I've since spoken to a lot of women who didn't cry.  Maybe we can call this the true complex of the Wedding Industry Complex- we feel we have to be completely overwhelmed or get "that feeling."  I know some chicas do and I'm so glad!  I also know that so many of us are simply glad to have found a gown that we love!.

The biggest cause for hesitation was the simple location factor of the dress- it was in Oregon and I live in Maryland.  When the consultant said that the designer (Essence of Australia) was discontinuing the dress in March, that she would give us free shipping on the dress AND when you take into account no sales tax in Oregon- one burrito lunch and an "are you sure?" talk later, we bought it.  (Meaning, of course, glorious Papa and Mama Pencils forked over their credit card and I smiled like Veruca Salt when she got the golden ticket- thanks 'rents!)

Mr. Pencils loves the back because he says it looks like shoelaces:

Clearly, I continue to master the art of looking awkward in dress photos...

And we put up against a potential yellow bridesmaids dress because....well, cuz we could.  Once you find it, you don't want to take that sucker off and find any excuse to wear it a little longer!


PS Please imagine it without the sad little spaghetti straps you see- I'm going bare shouldered but at the time, thought I wanted some sort of straps.


Did you cry when you found "it?"  Do you think there really is a "moment" when you find your dress?  What's your favorite part of your dress?