But almost a month after buying this dress, which has now been christened my "Rehearsal Dress", I had buyer's remorse. So I set off to Alfred Angelo to try on a couple of real wedding gowns. You know the fluffy princess gowns that everyone thinks of. Unaware of what I wanted or was even looking for, I headed in with the thoughts that the gown would find me. Oh how little we recently engaged women know.
Personal Photo of AA2032
Please note the look of sheer displeasure at what my mother would eventually term "my petite form" being unable to hold up against straps.
Personal Photo of AA1151
This dress on the other hand came recommended for "Petite Frames." I would say being slightly under 5 feet tall would be Petite. But this too has the same slightly displeased look on my face. So the quest began. I apparently wanted a "gown" but didn't want it to overwhelm my tiny frame, I wanted it on a budget, and I had no idea what style or fabric or color I wanted.Oh and my Mother lives 1851.52 miles away and my MOH/design guru lives 1754.75 miles away! But I set off on a mission anyway, all by my lonesome. See how it plays out in I Said Maybe to the Dress Pt II.