By NATALIA HAWK
I fell in love when I was seventeen.
I remember it well – I was at the movies with a friend during the summer holidays. We were watching Bride Wars, the latest Kate Hudson/Anne Hathaway movie.
In the movie, Kate Hudson went shopping for a wedding dress and picked the first one she tried on. It was white and strapless, with a beautifully full tulle skirt and a coloured ribbon around the waist.
It was Vera Wang, and it was beautiful.
I was instantly head-over-heels.
I knew that Vera Wang was the one for me. I didn’t know when my big day would happen. I didn’t even know IF it would happen. But I knew that if I was to one day walk down that aisle towards a loving future husband, it would be in Vera.
To me, the cost of a Vera dress was a non-issue. You’re paying for what is essentially art in dress form. Why wouldn’t you fork out, say, the same amount of money with which you could buy a second-hand car or a really exotic cat?
But when I expressed these opinions in the Mamamia office, I was met with complete disbelief.