I had an amazingly fabulous extended weekend.  Lots of progress was made with the wedding plans. My fiancée and I attended our cake tasting and narrowed down the choices. Unfortunately, we are still undecided on a cake design but luckily we have 6 months to go! We attended our first session of marriage counseling, initially I thought it would be a train wreck but believe it or not it went pretty well. We had an amazing time at a bridal show at our venue and were able to taste our wedding day food. While there are still tons to do I feel like we are steadily moving along. And most importantly I found my dress!!

For me my wedding dress search began in magazines and quickly shifted to a multitude of wedding dress/ fashion websites. On this particular day after having a random Thursday off I decided to go check out this bridal store, alone knowing full well that this was not a serious dress shopping excursion since I had no second opinions. I put on this dress, a veil that matched and some beautiful white shoes, and amazing jewelry to get a feel for the dress.  When the consultant turned me to look in the mirror there was sappy music playing in my head and I was thinking about Joel and our big day and I felt the tears start to comes.  I could not believe that this was happening, as I have never considered myself an emotional person.

 So, as a result of the bonding moment the dress and I had and how I was feeling in the dress, I decided that this might be “the one.”  BUT again there was no one there but me and Amy my consultant. So I decided to keep looking and finally after 40 more dresses and 7 more stores I decided to purchase my first love. I loved the way it made me look and how I felt in it.  Light and airy and sweet, a word most people never use to describe me.  I just knew this was my dress and I loved it. I can’t wait to wear it even if it’s only for just one day. So ultimately the best part of the weekend…besides seeing my fiancée was I found and ordered my dress! I must say it is pretty amazing. Dress shopping for me was quite an ordeal, being in Atlanta all alone was definitely not fun but in the end it was worth it.