I went my 2nd time of trying out dresses at a location I can't mention in case Mik pokes around. The very very first one was gorgeous. I looked amazing in it. And I'm not trying to sound all that, but seriously, I looked really good in it! ha. The corset was nice and tight. I tried on dress no. 2 and it didn't have the same effect. Then back in the dressing room, I asked to try on the one with cap sleeves next. As soon as I start seeing this dress on me I start smiling. Its beautiful. Yes, it didn't have that 'wow gorgeous' first impression, but its beautiful in its own way. Its gorgeous on its own. Its timeless.

It was a little big on me so I walked out and they begin pinning it on me and securing the cap sleeves don't fall off my shoulders. So far s good, I like it. Then they really tuck those pins in to make me get a better idea of the dress, and they put a veil on me. Right there and then I start crying! this is it, this was the one. It was beautiful.

I thought of trying the other one back on, even thought if I wanted to try any more on, but I knew there was no point. No other dress would make me feel what this dress had just done. Its me, its my dress. Back in the dressing room, even as Karen was undoing the dress, I got teary eyed again, this was my dress. I had found it.

Now its been ordered and I just have to wait for it to be made and arrive. But I'm in love.