Bless This Dress
A wedding miracle
By: Kara Posner
Ladies, pick out your shade of jealously. I have a great wedding dress story.
I was driving the three hours to my fiance’s city when the sign for Popeye’s beckoned me towards their popcorn shrimp. (yes, this is about a wedding dress.) Popeye’s didn’t show up within an acceptable radius of the highway so I continued south on a rural highway, enjoying the pastures between the adult book stores and liquor shops. In the midst of all this splendor there was a giant warehouse with signs stating, “Saks Fifth Avenue”, “Company Store”, and, “now open to the public.” Huh? I had to turn around to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. Where the heck was I, anyway? Saks, here?! Inside I tried on a few things including a couple of white dresses, for the heck of it. Most looked silly because I am not 6 feet and 90 pounds. Then I tried on a dress and hemmed and hawed about it. It looked nice but my wedding dress shopping can’t be over before it’s even started. Surly it can’t be that easy, I’d be missing out on all the ridiculous high pressure wedding dress salesmanship I’d been told so much about. I was looking forward to the ritual of making my mother help me into dress after dress, to find the dress style that best accentuated my cleavage. In the midst of the back and forth I took a look at the price. $30. And the cleavage was not too shabby. Goodness, how could l not just take it with me no matter what!? That find was my wedding dress and I felt beautiful. I was so happy that I didn’t mind the grass stains on my hem, or my niece’s frosting-hand-print-of-love on the skirt. The dress was exactly what I could have wished for and it may have been the easiest part of my wedding planning.