We recently added a flower girl and ring bearer to our bridal party after I belatedly realized that one of my friends has kids who are exactly the right age. I was super excited about this until my friend asked me, “What about the dress?”
Oh right! Flower girl dress…
Did you know that flower girl dresses often run upwards of $100? And even $150? I sure didn’t! It seemed sort of insane to buy a tiny little dress that cost as much as my Maid of Honor’s dress (and unlike the flower girl, my Maid of Honor will not be outgrowing her dress in a year).
Our flower girl had a dress from a previous flower girl experience, but the colors weren’t quite right. I was debating between trying to alter the dress or trying to squash my obsessive matchy-matchiness*, when I saw this dress.
It’s a lot less than $100 and it’s also perfect.
It’s ivory with an embroidered taffeta overlay, just like my dress, while the color and the ruched sash echo our wedding colors and my Maid of Honor’s dress nicely without being too clone-y or disturbingly child bride-y.
In fact, the sash on that dress is exactly the color of the ribbon I used on our invitations. What are the odds of that?
After the jump: Hair combs! On sale!
I had my second dress fitting last week, this time with the right shoes. While I was at the bridal shop, I took another glance at their hair accessories.
They were still asking $100 for a comb, $200 for a tiara. Too rich for my blood.
Then I went online and discovered that the hair combs that match my bridal jewelry were now 50% off.
Even better, I discovered that I had been misreading the page and the price is for a set of two combs, not just a single comb.
I am now the proud owner of a pair of hair combs that match my bridal set.
If only I knew what to do with my hair.
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*Because I did not want to be an obsessive matchy-matchy Bridezilla, I told everyone up front to just wear whatever. Because if there is no pretense of trying to coordinate, then I don’t care if people don’t match. Celebrate diversity! Or something like that.
But as it turns out, everybody voluntarily coordinated themselves (I think they know me too well). And as I much as I want to think I could have let it go, having the flower girl be the only non-matching one would have made me bonkers. Clearly, Fate is also an obsessive matchy-matchy person because she dropped this perfect dress into my lap. Thank you!


