Kelly is hosting a Show us your life – Wedding dress edition MckLinky.
My dress is an Elizabeth Fillmore design. I say “is” because I still have it. I had is cleaned and preserved and boxed up. The preserving ladies even gave me little white gloves to use if I ever wanna take it out. I know to a lot of people that sounds crazy. Maybe! I’m just not ready to part with it.
It’s name is Isabelle. Yes, my dress has a name. Elizabeth Fillmore named it though…not me…I’m not that crazy
Let’s start from the beginning.
Mom and Hannah helping me get ready.
Mom buttoning my behind.
Can you guess what I’m doing?
Peeling apart double sided tape so that the girls weren’t exposed. In a very lady like fashion of course
As any good Maid of Honor would…Leah pitched in. She didn’t want the girls exposed either!
I love this picture. It’s my little Meggie. Even though it looks like she is helping with the aforementioned task…she isn’t. She’s straightening out my necklaces. Just what little sisters are for.
I think this picture perfectly illustrates the bride vs. the Dad on a wedding day. Ha! The bride is all smiles and glowing. The Dad…well…thinking how he could get a hold of the groom and a shovel.
He was a trooper though and walked me sweetly down the aisle. My dress swaying and swishing.
Whoa buddy! Watch the hand! You aren’t married yet! Just kidding…he was guiding me to communion.
The dress was comfortable and very easy to dance in! And we sure did dance!
Here I am with my sisters.
Meg’s like “Hey”
I’m like “ Yeah”. Gretta’s like “OMG…what is wrong with them!”
If you came from Kelly’s blog then you have seen the dress at the end of her post. The one with the sash. That is almost exactly what my original choice for a wedding dress looked like. My Maid of Honor drove me all the way down to Portland (no sales tax people) to get it from a dress shop. When we got there the store owner suggested I try one more. I forgot all about the lace dress with a sash. I bought Isabelle that day.
It’s getting close to four years…but I still love my dress. I hope I don’t look back in twenty years and say “Uck…what was I thinking”.