This year we celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary and we’ve decided to renew our vows. Just me, him, our boys and an island.
And so it begins. I live to plan these things. I’m also obsessed with all things bridal. My DVR is flooded with every bridal show on television, I flip through bridal blogs for fun and if I had all the time in the world, I’d be a wedding consultant on the side (put that up there with win the lottery, etc.).
I’m starting with the dress. I’m not sure exactly what I’m looking for, except that I’d like something short, maybe some lace, and something we can stroll into a nice restaurant in later without feeling too incredibly over the top.
This one’s kind of speaking to me (you can find it here).
Filing this under almost there…but not it. (Here’s where I wish I could take bits and pieces of dresses and make the perfect one…starting with cutting off all the stragglers trying to jump ship off the skirt!). This one’s Romona Keveza.
Then I thought, what’s wrong with a little “over the top?”
And I quickly remembered the answer: my arse. If I wore this I’d look like I was smuggling Charmin.
The good news is, half the fun is searching!