A bride is bound to forget a thing or two on her wedding day which might account for the need to have a ‘something borrowed’. My ‘something borrowed’ came from my sister. My ‘something old’ was my vintage engagement ring and my ‘something new’ was a strand of pearls from my parents. My ‘blue’? The Jayne label in my gorgeous, custom gown.
What an adventure this long distance dress has been! Details were discussed via email and decisions were made in consultation with family and facebook friends. Lara sourced amazing fabric options and provided lovely renderings of what my dress might look like. With my husband’s help, I measured my post-baby body and crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t lose any more weight. And then the sewing began. The next step was to sit back (while moving from Gibraltar to Scotland by car, with a 3 month old) and wait for the dress to be brought to me by my parents who travelled from Victoria to Scotland to help me travel with my baby to the wedding location in Greece. When I finally got to try my dress on, two weeks before the big day, I could tell by the perfect seams, hand beaded details and wonderfully fitted finished product that Lara had poured her heart into my dress.
People asked if I had a back-up plan. They wondered if I had arranged for a seamstress in Athens in case the dress didn’t fit. I stood by my choice to go custom (why would I give my money to a factory in a foreign country when I could have something made especially for me by a talented designer, heading up her own company?) and I maintained hope that all would go well. And it did. I couldn’t be happier with the result. I didn’t want to take the dress off and I wore it until the last party goer left at 4am.
And now, as I go through the photos with a cup of tea in hand, it re-occurs to me just how fortunate I am that the universe conspired to bring Lara back into my life and that I’ve been able to have a fashion fantasy come true!
One very happy bride…