For me the most important part of my wedding day (apart from finding a willing groom!) has always been the dress. Aside from the obvious factors - like the fact I love shopping, fashion and dressing up - it's the one chance to find the most perfect, and expensive, item of clothing I will ever own that will instantly transform me into a bridal magazine cover girl...

But you know, I never really envisioned actually choosing it. In my mind I have always skipped straight to the picture-perfect end product rather than dwelling on the dressing room dramas beforehand. And I have been starting to get a little worried. Everyone says: "Oh, as soon as you put it on you will know it's the one." Which is all well and good... but what if I don't?

I am really fussy and very particular when it comes to my wardrobe - so maybe I compromise a little in Primark, but I stand by my self-made rules ie no orange, ever...under any circumstances. And as the wedding day gets gradually closer I have a growing fear inside me that A. - I won't find the dress and I will end up with one I like but don't love. And B. - The moment I have handed over my credit card I am guaranteed to find a better one the next week.

But I am taking the plunge. Well kind of. One of my best friends and I are heading to a bridal shop on Saturday afternoon for my first ever wedding dress trying-on session! And I feel good about it. After a girly lunch and a wine, or two, we are heading off and trying on the lot; meringues, fishtails, princess, A-line, column - you name them!

And I suppose having no clue is the ideal place to begin really. Last summer, Laura, one of my very closest pals who I've known since we were 11, got married and she went into the shop knowing above all else she would not be walking up the aisle in a patterned dress. No prizes for guessing what she came out with! And she really did look like bride from the pages of a magazine.