The dress that is THE dress I wanted years ago, at Handmade Bride right now. |
So I’m officially divorced now. Well, as of New Year’s eve,
I was. Everything is amicable now, and it all went smoothly, and I even
exchanged gifts with The Boy (my ex) over Christmas. Like, it’s all done—even the
crying.
And then I go check on The Handmade Bride, the local bridal
boutique I have a crush on…because I’m a sucker for punishment, I guess.
Because I ended up hating my own dress, I guess. Because she offers everything
handmade and I love that, and her dresses are modern and adorable and can be
custom-done to your taste or look or price tag.
And yeah…it’s killing me. Because every dress I see on there
is prettier than the last. So today she posted a picture of a lace dress with a
keyhole back and this blush underlay, and I realized, this is THE dress I was
looking for when I got married, but I couldn’t find it. There it is, and me
with no intention of heading down an aisle ever
again.
Is there any reason why a grown woman would buy herself a
wedding dress without a wedding to wear it to? Could I write this off as a
psychiatric expense? Because I’m pretty sure buying this dress would work
better than the same dollar value of Xanax, Prozac, or Celexa combined. I
have nowhere to wear it, which is of course a bit of a hiccup; I suspect that
wearing it while doing errands would probably result in me being locked up in a
psych ward somewhere, which means the purpose would be defeated. The dress would
not scratch this emotional itch I have. Right?
Another kickass dress at The Handmade Bride. Buy all the dresses! |
Honestly, I think maybe this is my subconscious sharing its
terror that I may truly never be married again. My conscious is okay with this decision—it was truly a conscious decision. But my subconscious
has this vision of walking down a pathway and starting off a lifelong
partnership with one day full of perfect, ephemeral beauty. Like maybe if you
start your journey off with a bang, the inevitable slow decline won’t actually dip below sea level.
I’m not sure if you’re following all of that. Just…keep up
if you can. Owning one more wedding dress somehow feels like I’m shouting at
the world, “Okay, fine! I won’t get married again! But not getting married doesn’t
mean I don’t get to have one more day looking transcendentally beautiful!” I
feel like getting myself a dress is my way of saying, I don’t need to get
married to be worthy of something this grand. Because when else is a woman ever
told she’s worth something as elaborate and grand as a wedding?
There’s no wrap-up on this post. I’m turning off the computer
and stepping away from the wedding dress photos before I end up on Pinterest
and all hell breaks loose.
Celebrex? (Kidding you, I love this post.)
ReplyDeleteCelexa!!!! That's embarrassing. Could also explain why my doctor raised her eyebrow at my request for a prescription. (Kidding...and thank you for loving this post.)
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ReplyDeleteThank you! Definitely nice to hear that after writing something this vulnerable. :)
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