My parents were high school sweethearts, married young, and built a house together when they were 27. Our family has lived in that house ever since. My mom literally went into labor with my younger sister as she hung siding on the house, and my dad's little finger doesn't work quite right anymore due to his laying of the hardwood floors.
Most brides aren't lucky enough to get ready for the wedding in the house where they grew up. I did!
I love this shot of me at the front door of my parents' house. I remember many days of washing that front porch, and I remember when that door was installed.
And this gives you a great view of my dress! By the way, since I never revealed it on my blog, it is a Casablanca 1892. We did a little reshaping of it (to make it not so poofy), but it is pretty much the same as when I bought it. It literally was the first dress I tried on. I kept trying on other dresses, but I kept referring to this one as "my dress." And so it was.
Where will you be getting ready for your wedding day?