When the venue was booked, thoughts began to turn to THE DRESS. Initially, I was more excited about the shoes, and I never thought I’d be too bothered about what I wore as long as it was simple and nice. But when it came down to it, of course…I was wrong!
I spent a lovely Saturday with my Mum and Gran trying on dresses in wedding shops in Shropshire. I’d been told by every married friend that the dress you pick is always the one you’re least expecting to like, so we had great fun trying on everything from big frilly frothy numbers to sleek satin ones.
We worked out pretty quickly what would suit me – as I’m not very tall, nothing with a big skirt! However, I didn’t really love any of them, and my very emotional mum remained dry-eyed all day. As she cried more than I did when I rang to tell her I was engaged, this wasn’t a good sign!
Back in London, I decided to bite the bullet and go and try on the very expensive but very lovely wedding dresses from the designer I’d had my eye on for ages.
However, when I phoned the only London stockist to book in an appointment I was told in no uncertain terms that their next weekend appointment was in three months time – if I was lucky. And as they take a minimum of six months to make the dress, I’d be “pushing it” to have one for September.
Planning a wedding in such a short timeframe had seemed easy up until that point. I began to despair – would I ever find the right dress?