But at lunchtime today my dress and I were finally reunited.
Nine months is a long time to go without seeing any purchase, particularly one of such importance, and I was a little apprehensive before my appointment. What if I didn't like it anymore? What if I had put on weight and couldn't actually get it on? And what if it was nothing like I remembered?
Arriving at the appointment with my friend Kath, I was still feeling nervous until the curtains of the dressing room were pulled back - and there was my dress.
It isn't exactly as I had remembered. For starters I was convinced my gown was a brilliant white, where as it is in fact much more ivory. And it's definitely heavier than I had remembered - negotiating stairs might be more trouble than I anticipated.
But I absolutely love it. Twirling around in the dressing room, I remembered exactly why I had fallen in love with it; it's perfect for me.
What's more, aside from some tightening up at the top, there are no adjustments to be made. And I can pick up my finished dress - and the co-ordinated shoes I just purchased at the bridal shop - on June 23. Let's just hope that BA manage to find my veil in time!