(All photos in this post courtesy of Corey Ann Photography.)
I dove into the dress head first.....


After I was all settled in, we had to move over to the dresser so I had something to grip while they laced the back. Corsets are serious business.

Mom Octopus closed the panel, and started the semi-slow process of weaving the laces through.


Hang on tight: it's lace-yankin' time. I told Mom Octopus & Lauren to strap me into that thing like I was Scarlett O'Hara or an old-timey Victorian lady, and they did not let me down.

OOOOF!

Once my dress was all done up, Mom Octopus gently put my necklace on for me.

MOH/Sister Lauren smoothed my hair one more time, while Mom Octopus clasped my pearl bracelet. It takes a village.

And......ta da! I love how my face in this picture says exactly what I was thinking: "um, can you believe this? I'm a bride! For real! Hahahaha!"

Mom Octopus liked what she saw.

And, in a big reveal, so did my bridesmaids. (Still one of my absolute favorite photos from the whole day, by the way.)

No time for preening, though. As soon as I finished getting dressed, the moment had arrived. It was time to go to Heinz Chapel.
Previously, in the Octopus wedding...
We did errands all the live-long day.
We ran late, we got stressed, and we argued.
We rehearsed and had dinner, and had a great time doing it.
We got fancy with hair and makeup.
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