Bridal gowns

Little girls dream about their future weddings and all want the fairytale to come true for them. Some little girls, such as myself, cut out pictures of things that they may someday want for their weddings and keep them in a special place to look at someday. I remember being 11 years old when my 20-year old sister was planning her wedding. I cut out lots of pictures of bridal gowns and flowers, cakes and decorations that I wanted to keep in case I ever got married. I wasn’t too into boys then, but I figured that I might like them someday.

Now, I’m planning my own wedding at the age of 22. I pulled out that old shoebox of pictures I’d kept from my sister’s wedding and smiled at all of them. Some of them were definitely out of style, but others gave me some wonderful ideas. Suddenly, I found myself looking through bridal magazines looking to plan my own fairytale wedding. My first task was to go shopping for the perfect gown. Until this point, I had no idea that there were so many bridal gowns in existence. I guess I’d never really given much thought to the pages and pages of gowns in all of those wedding magazines.

I walked into my county’s largest and most popular bridal store and almost walked right back out. There were bridal gowns in every corner of that store and made me feel very intimidated. My mother dragged me to the first corner and suggested that I start just browsing, seeing if anything jumps out to grab my attention. Nothing did. For the first hour, I was still too overwhelmed by all of the bridal gowns to narrow anything down. The salespeople kept making suggestions for me but I wanted to find something on my own. They finally got the hint and left me alone with my own fantasies and thoughts. After another hour, I’d chosen four bridal gowns that I felt were elegant enough to try on. With the help of a very nice saleslady and my mother, I tried them on. The final gown that I put on was stunning. I looked in the mirror and gasped. I knew just by glancing in the mirror that it was meant to be my wedding gown. My mother’s eyes met mine and she nodded. The ironic part was that the picture of the perfect dress
that I’d been holding since I was young, looked very similar to this one. Maybe at the age of 11, I already knew what I wanted. I didn’t need to look through tons of bridal gowns to figure that out.

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