With a year to go until our wedding, now’s the time to start looking for a dress. This is what everyone keeps telling me.
Twelve months is, I’m told, the perfect length of time in which to look, try, be measured for, order, wait for and, finally, alter the dress for your big day. That seems like a lot of faffing about to me, but if I want a traditional wedding dress this is what must be done.
The problem is that I’m not really sure I do want a traditional wedding dress. Long, white, cream, ivory, I’m not sure it’s for me. I’ve had a look on a few websites and in a few magazines, and they’re all filled with beautiful and expensive wedding dresses. Not one of them has shouted out at me.
It’s not that I don’t love dresses because I do. Dresses are my thing. I bought two new ones just last week for our holiday. I’ve had some amazing dresses over the years for lots of different occasions. The bridesmaid dress I wore for my sister’s wedding was a favourite.
I really do like dresses. Just not wedding dresses. They’re long and heavy and a bit over the top.
I don’t want a wedding dress just because it’s expected. I want a dress but I want it to reflect me and I want it to be functional. I want to be able to dance on my wedding day. I hate seeing brides shuffling round the dance floor trying to hoop up their dress because it’s in the way. I want to hit the dance floor and throw some shapes (the dance floor is important to us actually. That’s one of the things that has already been ordered).
When I’ve mentioned my dress dilemma to friends they suggested alternatives. Verity mentioned a friend of hers who’d wore a red dress. Katrina did some research and emailed some photos of a two-in-one dress so I could have a long dress for church and a short dress for the dancing. I liked the sound of both.
‘You’re getting married in a church,’ Mum said. ‘You’ll need a wedding dress.’
‘I’m not sure I want one.’ I replied. ‘I want a wedding, not a wedding dress.’
‘You’ll have to wear something,’ Mum tapped her watch. ‘And you need to start looking now.’
So today Mum and I begin the search. I’m a little nervous because of the I-don’t-want-a-wedding-dress dilemma. I’m worried about the options. I’m worried that when I say I don’t want a wedding dress, the staff may think I’m a bit odd.
‘They’ll definitely think you’re odd,’ Mum said. ‘Why would anyone go to a wedding dress shop when they don’t want a wedding dress?’
‘Not sure.’ I said.
The thing is, I need to explore my options, rule things out. I’ve made an appointment with just about every wedding dress shop in Yorkshire. Someone must be able to help me.
I’ve decided that the problem is tradition. Tradition dictates that I wear a big white wedding frock. Apart from the church for the ceremony, there’s nothing traditional about our wedding. I explained this to my friend Katrina.
‘It’s traditional with a twist,’ she said.
I really like the sound of that. Traditional with a twist. Maybe that’s what I’ll say. It will be interesting to see what they come up with.
Wish me luck!