"i haven't eyes for anyone else"

A good omen.

Since I linked to Nick's blog about our engagement back in July, it seems appropriate to come in with an update on a particular part of the progress for the wedding.

I found my dress! Tada! What I expected to be stressful and painful and awkward ended up being a ridiculous amount of extravagantly-girly fun. Even though it was a little too much "everyone look at Andrle" for my comfort. Eek.

The morning started early at 5:30ish when Rebekah arrived at my apartment after her red-eye from Denver. What can I say - she's a trooper! After chatting and waking up my mom and all getting ready, we all journeyed to grab the yellow mini cooper I'd rented from Zipcar. We zoomed over to Nick's apartment, but not without a minor detour thanks to the ever-confusing roads on the Cambridge side of the river. Bah! When we arrived, we parked, met up with Nick and his mom and sister, and walked to brunch at the very hipster-vintage diner nearby. Despite waiting a ridiculous length of time due to some rude patrons dominating the larger booths well after having finished their meals (seriously! I was tempted to stare at them through the window to make them uncomfortable. But, sadly, I didn't), the brunch was ever so tasty. To top it off, my coffee just happened to arrive in one of their elephant mugs. ZOMG yes.

After brunch, we deposited Nick (and unfortunately his mom too, since I'd unwisely and unthinkingly reserved a rental with a teensy back seat, and there wasn't enough room for all five of us) at his apartment. Then, never mind the incident when the yellow mini cooper decided the red fire hydrant near Nick's apartment was attractive and rubbed its butt on it. (Yeah, yeah, eww, I know.) We drove over more winding north-of-Boston roads and arrived at the bridal shop.

I'm telling you. If you're in/near Boston and need a wedding dress, please give Precious Memories in Malden your business. They were amazing. Even though we arrived about fifteen minutes late thanks to the fire hydrant thing we're not talking about, the sales associates were kind and welcoming and put me at ease. Not to mention, the saleswoman assigned to me was a pro.

After browsing their selection and pulling quite possibly 12 dresses, we went into the fitting room, and she helped me dive into layer after layer of what seemed like thirty-pound dresses.

I shall say no more lest I give too much away, other than that the first dress I tried on was the one. Sure, I tried on about seven more. But in the end, it was perfect. It strays a bit from the standard wedding dress (not dramatically, but enough), and totally fits my style. Woot!

So peeps. That's about it. Yay I have a dress. One less thing to worry about!

x Andrle x