The dresses that weren't

I did it! I did it!

I said that I would do it, and indeed I did.

I thought that I would rue it; I doubted I'd do it.

But now I must admit it that succeed I did.

'scuse the misappropriation of some classic "My Fair Lady" lyrics but I think it goes with the mood I'm in. Here's the exciting news I've been bursting to tell everyone: I think I did. I think I found my dress! Yes, The Dress (why oh why does one tiny frock demand capitalization?).

To honor the dress that weren't (for various reasons) and to pay homage to one Miss Peony, from Peonies and Polaroids, and her fantastic fashion sense, I give you the dresses that weren't and what I've learned from them.

This is the dress that taught me maybe Mom does know best (in the best translated version, my mum called this dress slightly pornish due to some major revealing skin in front and back)...

This dress taught me I do love sweetheart necklines but not mermaid dresses...
This dress taught me the importance of photographs--though I loved the vintage feel of the fabric, horrible lighting and bland pictures made me rethink if The Dress could only look good in person and nowhere else...
This dress made me realize that a halter top does wonders for the bust line... This dress taught me that while I love clean and simple lines, they do not always look good on me...

This dress taught me to always try on dresses because they can hit you at the wrong angle...
This dress taught me what looks good in photos doesn't necessarily translate in real life...
This dress taught me to stick to me guns and not give into a dress just because everyone else loved it...This dress made me rethink the bubble hem and sash combo (I really did love this dress on)...
This dress made me realize drama should be proportional to the size of the gal...

This dress made me rethink shimmer and princess cuts... This dress taught me that settling for second best is still settling...
This dress taught me that sometimes my gut reaction is the best reaction (trying on a Cinderella type dress may be fun but not for me; besides, this thing weighed a ton!)...
And this dress I love enough to go back this weekend to try on one more time. I think I love it enough to buy. Hopefully by the end of the weekend, I'll be a gal with her wedding dress.