I have always wanted to wear a big princess dress, a gown, a cream puff, whatever you want to call it, but I have never had the opportunity.
I guess the first time I would have had the opportunity to wear a big beautiful dress would probably have been as a flower girl. Nobody close to me got married when I was a little girl, so I was never a flower girl. I remember REALLY wanting to be one. When I was 14 I was my cousin’s maid of honor, but bridesmaids don’t wear big gowns, brides do.
The next opportunity probably would have been prom. Yeah, I didn’t go to prom. I liked a boy who was already out of high school and who generally had no interest in me (nor going to a prom I’m sure). I really only wanted to go with my great friend and neighbor, but before I mentioned it he asked a girl that I think he always kind of had a crush on. So, no poofy dress.
Now you are thinking, well she is married! Why didn’t she get to wear a big cream puff dress at her wedding? Well, because my wedding wasn’t a REAL wedding. I can’t go into a lot of detail, but it was a Justice of the Peace type setting in a very warm climate. A real wedding dress would have seemed silly in that setting. I also had to spend a lot of time and money on complicated paperwork, so although it’s usually on the very top of my list, what to wear didn’t seem as important to me as it usually is. Don’t worry I’m not (that) bitter.
My husband and I have thought about getting married again (not because of the dress but for other reasons) but let’s face it, a 41-year-old woman would look ridiculous in a big puffy wedding gown. I think I missed my window of opportunity. 🙁