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I’ve posted several times about my massive dress hunt — and i will post more gorgeous and quirky ideas i found online, i promise — but i got The Call yesterday. My dress has arrived!!

I think i’ve mentioned before that my mom graciously volunteered to purchase my dress. Naturally, that meant that we had to go shopping together. She lives in North Carolina, so i arranged for a five-day shopping extravaganza down to NC. And let me tell you, we hit every bridal salon in the Triangle metro area.

Well. We went to four stores. But they had a LOT of dresses! And i tried on so. many. bridal gowns. None of the stores would allow pictures, so i have nothing to show you for my troubles. Disappointing, no? Anyways, we split the massive trip up over two days. The first day was incredibly disappointing. I mean, totally fun and awesome, and i got to spend hours parading around in yards of gathered and sparkling satin and silk, but. No tulle! Seriously, we went to two giant dress shops, and between them, there was not a shred of tulle to be found. There were also no tea-length options, but thanks to my mom’s genius suggestion, we focused on dresses that could be made tea-length without too much fuss or bother.

I came home that first day with four “contenders” on my list, but none of them made me twirl around with joy. I figured that maybe it wasn’t in the cards for me to find The Dress — i’d been so lucky with the venue and the photographer that i thought maybe it was my time to just find something i’d settle for and be reasonably happy with. But then: Day Two.

Y’all, i have never been so excited over a garment in my life. We found her at this tiny, cramped dress shop in downtown Raleigh; my mom and i were pulling dresses left and right, and three-quarters of the way through the store, i finally came across tulle. (Seriously — i had no idea tulle would be so evasive!) I pulled the dress off the rack, gave it the once-over, and wrinkled my nose. “WAAAY too busy,” i said. My mom suggested that i try it on anyway, because it was the first tulle dress we’d seen in many long hours of shopping. So onto the pile it went. I waded through non-tulle option after non-tulle option, and finally, it was time. I slipped the dress on, zipped her up, and stepped out in front of the mirrors.

And she. Was. Perfect!!

Wanna see her? Click away!

(A GENTLE REMINDER: IF YOUR NAME IS JOE AND YOU ARE MARRYING ME, BACK AWAY SLOWLY FROM THE JUMP, AND NO ONE GETS HURT.)

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