A couple years ago, a co-worker told me that she couldn’t imagine me in a wedding dress. It was implied that because I was such a lazy dresser that the idea I picked out a pretty dress, had someone do my hair, and then got married sounded far-fetched. This was not insulting. It was very true.
Times have changed. I
mostly take showers before work. And I use a hair dryer. It’s almost like I’m a supermodel. Almost.
Anyway, I did get married one time. About five and a half years ago. And I wore a dress.
My first husband. Just kidding.
Our wedding party. Specifically shared so that Jeremy could be on Trusty Chucks like requested. Apparently, I take requests.
Our reception at the amazing, historical Stutz Building
These girls. Only in high school when I got married. Now grown ups. What beautiful women they’re turning into. Just don’t tell them I said that. It would ruin my rep.
So there, I did it. Got married. Wore a dress. Got my hair did. Although, I didn’t wear shoes. I decided early on that I would be walking down the aisle barefoot. I felt most wedding shoes were ugly (I still think they are), so I got married sans shoes. I would do it again if given the chance.
That dress was number two, actually. I bought one, had it altered, and then decided it wasn’t for me and bought another one. I sold the original one about a year later on eBay, so it wasn’t a total loss. So not only did I buy one fancy dress for my wedding, I bought two.
This random wedding day post is for What I Wore Wedding Edition with Absolute Mommy. Check out other wedding day stories at her website.