Mrs. Southern Belle & some of her friends are doing "Wedding Dress Friday" today, & because I'm a copycat....I mean because I like to participate I decided to do one as well. Plus I love wedding pictures.
"The Dress" story at the end of this post.
"The Dress" story at the end of this post.
Okay so this one is not as much about the dress as it is the shoes....but omg how I love these shoes.
The bouquet was heavy...not really, my photographer was admiring my muscles so I was being goofy. Which is a pretty regular occurance for me.
I liked the detail on the front of the dress so much!
The back had a pretty sash that came down the middle
I loved how it flowed out behind me & kind of rippled across the floor.
Basically I loved it. Still do.
Anyways the story behind it goes something like this.
I had found this dress online & knew instantly that I had to try it on. So I got the style number & started calling around. Only to find out that the closest I was going to get to a #2 was the number #24. Sorry, that won't fit. So what do I do?
The same thing all other well trained southern girls do.....
I called my momma.
She started calling all the stores around the Atlanta area, she found a size 18.....yeah still no good.
She literally called every state south of Kentucky & east of Loiusiana, with no luck. She had the stores call the warehouse, but even they said they didn't have anything smaller than a 16.
At this point, my dreams of trying this dress on are starting to dissapate. That's when I get a call from a guy in Mississippi that says the warehouse has a 2.
Mom thinks about this for a minute & calls a liscensed retailer between Ga & Ky & says: "Does Alfred Angelo have more than one warehouse in the southeast?" The lady says no, & proceeds to tell her which states are supplied by this warehouse. Mississippi being one of them. So mom continues "Then how come a guy in Mississippi says the wearhouse can get me a 2, but you said that the smallest they had was a 16?" They lady called the warehouse back, & what do you know?
They have a 2 afterall. All by it's lonesome.
Nobody could find it cause it's the one the model wore for the photoshoot & was in a different part of the warehouse.
Or at least that's what they told me anyways, & I'm going to choose to believe it cause it sounds cooler.
That was a Tuesday. She had it in her shop ready for me to try on first thing that Friday morning.
It fit like a glove, needed no alterations to the hemline. It was love at first sight.
There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I had found
"The Dress".
Anyways the story behind it goes something like this.
I had found this dress online & knew instantly that I had to try it on. So I got the style number & started calling around. Only to find out that the closest I was going to get to a #2 was the number #24. Sorry, that won't fit. So what do I do?
The same thing all other well trained southern girls do.....
I called my momma.
She started calling all the stores around the Atlanta area, she found a size 18.....yeah still no good.
She literally called every state south of Kentucky & east of Loiusiana, with no luck. She had the stores call the warehouse, but even they said they didn't have anything smaller than a 16.
At this point, my dreams of trying this dress on are starting to dissapate. That's when I get a call from a guy in Mississippi that says the warehouse has a 2.
Mom thinks about this for a minute & calls a liscensed retailer between Ga & Ky & says: "Does Alfred Angelo have more than one warehouse in the southeast?" The lady says no, & proceeds to tell her which states are supplied by this warehouse. Mississippi being one of them. So mom continues "Then how come a guy in Mississippi says the wearhouse can get me a 2, but you said that the smallest they had was a 16?" They lady called the warehouse back, & what do you know?
They have a 2 afterall. All by it's lonesome.
Nobody could find it cause it's the one the model wore for the photoshoot & was in a different part of the warehouse.
Or at least that's what they told me anyways, & I'm going to choose to believe it cause it sounds cooler.
That was a Tuesday. She had it in her shop ready for me to try on first thing that Friday morning.
It fit like a glove, needed no alterations to the hemline. It was love at first sight.
There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I had found
"The Dress".
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