CARRIE: I have 309 days left until I slide into my white gown and float down the aisle in front of 200+ guests at the Ritz Carlton in Philadelphia. But I don’t yet have a white gown.
I am anxious and jumpy. “I was leaning towards this Reem Acra dress,” I say to anyone who will listen, “but you know what? I’m not sure I’m an embellishment kind of bride. Maybe I should focus on lace? What about ivory vs. white? Saks only had this one dress in a soft white. What exactly is soft white?”
I have always been a “grass is greener” person. I have buyer’s remorse. Recently I’ve been waking up in the early morning and sneaking off to the computer for just one more peek at a fabulous Ines Di Santo gown that I had loved the day before. Nah, I think, that’s not the one.
I have been to Saks, Bergdorf, Mark Ingram and this weekend I will hit the Mecca of the bridal world – Kleinfeld’s.
“You will just know,” people say about the perfect gown. “You will know it is the one.” I am the person who squeezes every last melon at Gristedes. I have not yet met “the one” and I’m not sure I would know it if I saw it.