Remember in Cinderella, when all she wants to do is look beautiful for the ball, so her mice and bird friends get together to help her create a dress?
And they really do a great job, sewing and bow-ing a fabulous starter piece for their dear Cinderelly … but what Cindy really needs is her fairy godmother who, right on time, poofs in from nowhere, magically swishes her wand, and “bibbidy bobbity boo”, the rags become a runway-ready wowza.
Well I just experienced that exact scenario, not joking or exaggerating about this at all either, last week at Mark Zunino.
It was an absolute ashes-to-sashes moment, minus the ashes (although I was completely casually dressed), but the whole salagadoola mechicklaboo was definitely there.
Searching for my wedding dress, or lack there of, has without a doubt been one of the main wedding planning bullet points I’ve been putting off, and going into this, I knew the last thing I wanted to do was try on two thousand sample-size-zero dresses.
After all my “I Can, I Will, I DO!”-ing, I wasn’t going to sign up to look and feel like an oversized marshmallow. I just wasn’t going to do it.
So, that’s why I went to Mark. He is famous for making one-of-a-kind dresses for the bride-to-be…
And, as soon as my mom and I stepped in, we instantly saw why.
Just like the birds and the mice, Mark’s assistants, my M.O.B. and I quickly went to work, searching out sequins and swatches, straps and skirts.
Little did I know, Mr. Zunino was not only there, but was SKETCHING my vision I was blabbing on about from a back room.
Bibbidi bobbidi boo.
He appeared, just like the fairy godmother had, with a drawing that was, not just being nice here, exactly what I had always dreamed my dress would be.
There it was, on a piece of paper: ME in my WEDDING DRESS! *(sketch blurred for fiancé purposes)
This was a moment I had pictured since I knew what a wedding was, and it was not only stress-free, but simply, and no other way to put it, MAGICAL.
Although I didn’t leave in a pumpkin carriage, that would have been something going down Robertson Boulevard, I walked out the door feeling like an absolute princess.
I had my prince charming at home, and my dress checked off the list for our November ball.
…Now put them together and what have you got?
Well 😉 you know where I’m going with this…
Bibbidi bobbidi, bibbidi bobbidi, bibbidi bobbidi BOO!!
Considering a glass slipper, XO,