by Blue-Eyed Bride on July 31, 2009
… my final wedding dress fitting? No, I didn’t tell it then because I was so humiliated, but I’m telling it now. Something about having a baby takes all of your shame away.
I purchased my wedding dress from the most charming and beautiful little shop in Highland Park Village in Dallas called Warren Barron Bridal. I honestly think that if I had not found my dream dress there, I still would have bought my dress there because I was so impressed by the gals that own the store, Elle Warren and Cecelia Barron. You’ve heard Kate mention them before, too, I’m sure.
I came back to Dallas about four times after I bought the dress for various fittings and I had my final fitting at the end of April in 2008. My dress had a pretty snug bodice with all of that boning and I was standing there wearing my seriously awesome gold wedding shoes. The fantastic seamstress was crouched on the floor working on my hem while my mom and the girls were hemming and hawing.
All of a sudden I got really hot. The noise around me (my mom’s loud laughing) starting to sound muffled and I got tunnel vision. In my wedding dress. Finally, I said, “I’ve got to sit down. I feel dizzy.”
They let me sit down and brought me some water. They told me to put my head between my knees. So I’m sitting there in my dream dress… my HUGE dream dress… with my head between my knees and dripping in sweat. Someone pulled my hair off my neck while someone else held a cold water bottle to the back of my neck.
I started to feel better. Then I felt worse. I just knew I was going to be sick. But this is horrible. I’m in a gorgeous bridal salon, wearing a gorgeous gown, and I’m about to have to ask them where their restroom is so I can go puke.
What?!
What if it gets on the dress? What if I don’t make it to the bathroom? What if they tell everyone who ever comes to buy a dress in here?
So I told them. “I’m going to be sick.”
The girls came up with a plan to hurry me to the dressing room. One of them would strip the dress and my super snug bustier off while the other held up a robe and put the robe on me. Then they would rush me to the restroom.
So that’s what we did and it worked.
My mom came in there and held my hair and told me not to be embarrassed. She was sure it happened all the time. Right.
When I got back out there we decided to take breaks and let me sit down every once in a while. But I have to say that I was completely freaked out on my wedding day that it was going to happen again– only this time in front of 180 people. Fortunately for all of us, that did not happen.
I hope I’ve sufficiently made you laugh rather than gross you out on this lovely Friday afternoon.
by Blue-Eyed Bride on July 29, 2009
The talented Ashley Brooke Daniel of Ashley Brooke Designs has done it again.
I asked her to create some stationery for baby Hudson that wasn’t too “baby”, but more southern baby gentleman. And she did it. We also did a reorder on our family stationery with the drawings of all of us because I’ve used 100 of them since the original order and I’m out!
by Blue-Eyed Bride on July 29, 2009
Today I’m wearing this. In navy.
The Hattie V Neck from Anthropologie
And I wish I could wear it every day because it’s amazing. Someone told me on Monday that I look thinner than I did before I got pregnant. And that statement is about 12 pounds away from being true.
So if you’re feeling a bit heavy in the mid-section, like I am and will probably be for the next few months, get this shirt. This shirt arrived just in time because I was beginning to feel like there weren’t anymore retailers that sold items that could work as good transitional pieces for me right now. Thanks, Anthro, for never letting me down.
p.s. I also got a couple of empire waist dresses that I can’t wait to wear at the beach next week. If you can’t get rid of the post-baby tum tum, then you’ve got to hide it.
by Blue-Eyed Bride on July 29, 2009
The winner of the Pink Bow Bath Boutique giveaway is….
#82, Krissy!
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I just have to say that I love giveaways because they always bring out the lurkers that have never left comments before. It’s so good to hear from you. I had no idea that so many pregnant women were reading my blog. I know about the gals that leave comments, obviously, but it’s great to hear from others. Don’t be strangers!
by Blue-Eyed Bride on July 28, 2009
Every night, around 11:00, Hudson and I go into his room to begin his bedtime routine. I turn off all the lights and close all the curtains. I change his diaper and give him his bottle. I burp him and then I swaddle him. After I swaddle him I give him his pacifier and rock him for about five minutes. Then I put him in his crib. And the whole time I’m doing this, Fiona sits in the corner in Hudson’s chair.
In the middle of the night when he starts to cry, Fiona is already up, waiting for me to get up and go to Hudson’s room to feed him and change him. While I’m changing him she stands there at the changing table with me as if to monitor what’s going on. When I head for the rocking chair to feed Hudson and rock him, Fiona heads for Hudson’s chair. Or I guess it’s her chair now.
Sidenote: Last night, Fiona left her chair and came over to sit on the floor next to the rocking chair. A few minutes later, she moved to the other side of the chair. She’s never this indecisive about where she wants to be, so I assumed she needed to tinkle. The lights were out in Hudson’s room and we were trying to be very quiet to get him down. Todd came in to take Fiona outside and I put Hudson in his crib. When I got up to leave the nursery I started glancing around the floor to make sure Fiona hadn’t messed up anymore. Sure enough, she had thrown up right next to the ottoman– on the gorgeous polka dot rug. We couldn’t turn on the lights for fear of waking Hudson, so Todd and I got a flashlight and he held the flashlight while I scrubbed the floor. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already in that moment… thanks Fiona!
