If only I had had the budget and knowledge of Rachel Gilbert when I was shopping for my wedding dress.
I would’ve worn all of these down the aisle. Even the LBD’s and the short, sparkly white ones. Especially the short, sparkly ones. They allow me to pretend my legs actually are ninety miles long like those leggy white girls in these photos, and that I’m a milky, creamy dream girl. A princess. A shining, long-legged princess. How I should feel on my wedding day. And I did, except for the leggy part. Because, hey, I got married in a fucking castle.
Those gowns… shit. Damn. Yum.
Cream of the crop LBDs.
My favourite Fierce Black Dress.
This was my real wedding dress, with real heels and sneakers, in a real castle… so it’s not as if I didn’t get an effing dream:
Image Credit: Rachel Gilbert; Out There Photography