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TBT: wedding dress!

The past few years have been full of weddings, and this year is no different. Our fridge is covered with cute save-the-dates, and we're hoping to make it to as many weddings as we can. The one bad thing about Burlington is that it is not the most travel-friendly city: the airport is small, and flights are expensive. Whether or not we can make it to all the weddings in person, we'll definitely be sending our love to family and friends--and I'll be looking forward to seeing all of the beautiful brides (in person or in pictures)! 

I really love wedding dresses...and I tried on a lot of them (in addition to watching a lot of Say Yes to the Dress) in order to get ideas for the dress that I ultimately had made for me by a lovely woman named Veda at My Tailor in Omaha. 

I went into the process thinking I would buy a dress, but I heard about Veda from a friend...and, fortuitously enough, Chris's parents happened to have 12 yards of white silk from India in their basement (a long story). In spite of the facts that the silk had been stored there since the 1980s and that basement had flooded numerous times, it remained in perfect condition. 
{just a few of the many dresses I tried on...}
After going to 6 or 7 bridal shops in search of inspiration, I gathered the silk and a variety of pictures (including the "expert" sketch below) and went to meet Veda. She quickly took my measurements, drew up a sketch of her own, and sent me home with instructions to return in a few weeks to try on the first draft of my dress.
{my superb sketch became a dress!}
I nervously returned to Veda's shop as planned for the first fitting (above). When I left that day, I wished I had simply bought a dress, because I couldn't imagine how this work in progress could turn out the way I had hoped. However, with several more fittings, a modified watteau train, and a poofy underskirt, the dress was beautiful (if I do say so myself)!
{the finished product}
photos by Chris Dorwart, Bill Dorwart, and Andrea Bibeault
In the end, I was very pleased that Veda made my dress, and I've become a big proponent of custom-made wedding dresses. Not only was it much cheaper than any other dress I tried on (even one at a secondhand store), it was also one of a kind. 

(I was also crazy enough to reconstruct my mom's wedding dress to wear for our reception, but that's probably a story for a different day!)

A fun link: Glamour's best wedding dresses of all time 

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