Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Because sometimes, color does matter.

The thought of wearing yards and yards of white satin-y fabric scares the crap out of me.  I rarely wear white, and if I do, it's nothing more than a shirt.  Ever since I became interested in what I was wearing, I'd say 70% of my closet was filled with black.

So you can understand my fear of the dreaded wedding gown.

It's not that I don't like to dress up.  And I can't wait to wear a giant awesome dress to our wedding, but I feel almost obligated to wear something white.  If I wore a black dress, I feel like it would be expected and maybe even looked down on a little.  I know it's my freaking wedding and I should do whatever I want, but part of me is finally liking the idea of shocking everyone when I come out in a 10 pound dress made of ivory colored fabric.  Sigh.  I'm very back and forth with my feelings on this.  And, like me, it's KIND of a big deal.

So I've considered two options:

Option A:  Wear an ivory gown, to the ceremony and the reception.  Add dark details for the reception, like a cute skeleton hand fascinator, or peacock feathers.  This is kind of what I'm thinking for a dress:

Option B:  Wear the dress above for the ceremony, pictures, etc.  THEN find a killer tea-length black dress for the reception.  I'm looking for something like this:
This was actually the dress I was thinking about having remade for me for my wedding gown initially.  It's a 1950's Ceil Chapman piece that is so fucking gorgeous, I'd probably skin one of my cats for it, depending on which one had the most annoying issues of the week.

I'm leaning toward option B, but odds are I'll change my mind every day.  All I know for sure, is that I'm rocking these OMzombieGesus heels for sure:

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