Searching for the perfect wedding gown is actually one of the hardest decisions a woman has to make throughout her entire life [besides the decision of saying yes or no to a man] – and well I have to admit that I love it. I simply love it, when a woman turns in every direction looking at herself in a wonderful [and too often not so wonderful] wedding gown until she comes to a point where she sees herself and realizes that she is wearing the perfect dress she has waited for so long – and that is the moment I love the most.
And while J. [my best friend - you may know her from several posts before], her mother and I where sitting on this beautiful old settee, chatting and talking about the wedding and what there is still to do the bride to be M. [J.'s Twin Sister - two unbelievably and unfairly beautiful women] came out of the closet in one of the most wonderful dresses I have ever seen and I did realize that this is what I want to experience one day [I mean the wedding itself and not the 'wearing a dress' - thing, I am not quite a cross dresser and I actually prefer not to be one - ever]. It is unbelievable how many woman in ugly dresses exist. Right in front of us was a girl [she must have been about 20 years old] in an absolute horrible dress – pure white, lots of pearls in various shades of white and colourless and her in that dress looking totally ana [ana means anorexic and believe me, if I say someone lookes ana [knowing my definition of thin is actually almost ana but still healthy] she is really ana]. Btw – on the wall of this bridal couture shop have been a lot of pictures of ugly brides in her even uglier dresses thanking the bridal couture shop for its help well and as I saw all this horrible colours of bridal gowns I got reminded of a poem I read once or twice or even three times [maybe even more, but that's our dirty little secret]:
Married in white, you will have chosen all right.
Married in gray , you will go far away.
Married in black, you will wish yourself back.
Married in red, you’ll wish yourself dead.
Married in blue, you will always be true.
Married in pearl, you’ll live in a whirl.
Married in green, ashamed to be seen.
Married in yellow, ashamed of the fellow.
Married in brown, you’ll live out of town.
Married in pink, your spirits will sink.
Maybe every bridal couture shop around the world should have this poem on their walls so every single bride can read it and prevents herself from making a huge unforgivable mistake – actually maybe even ruining the marriage before being married – I know it’s some kind of complicated but it is well, true.
After approximated 20 hours in the bridal couture shop we went on – J. going to University, M. and her husband to be going out choosing a cake, her mother buying a present and me going home writing this article. The search goes on, so stay tuned. We will find the perfect one – at least I hope so.
Well – be prepared and watch out for my next wedding article, believe me, there will be a lot more.