When I first got back from my Guatemala Mission trip, I freaked out about the idea of spending a lot of money on a wedding dress. After everything I had seen, I couldn’t bring myself to spend a lot of money on a dress I would never wear again.
I didn’t really know what I was looking for in a dress. Not price wise, not style wise. I had never even dreamed about what my wedding dress would look like. I knew I wanted something simple, but classic, elegant, but not over the top.
Based on my research I had figured the best path was renting. I’d be looking at about $600, which wasn’t bad, but the only places that rented were in the city, and I really wasn’t sure I wanted to go through the hassle.
So I decided to check out one of our second-hand stores that I knew had dresses just to get an idea of what I might want.
I walked in, looked around, and found myself horribly appalled by the dresses. Frills, and fluff, and waves, beading and bedazzling and oh my goodness! There was nothing catching my eye. Reluctantly I pulled a couple of dresses off the rack, and was going to try them on when something caught my eye. White, smooth and no frills. I pulled it out and kind of hmm’d and haa’d. It was simple, with elegant beading, no fluffles or ruffles or frills. But I wasn’t quite sold. It was pretty, but I just didn’t think it was *my* dress.
And then I tried it on. I took one look in the mirror and I knew it was the one. It was just perfect. It fit my figure without needing any alterations, it was flattering to my curves and it was like a dream. And it was only $300.
Of course, my photographer made my dress look even more beautiful than it was, but still. And what’s a bride without a beautiful dress?