This past Saturday afternoon I went to a bridal salon with my mother and maid of honour, and fell in love with the third dress I put on. It's perfect, it's classic, feminine with a touch of whimsy.
Despite the happy ending, the excursion started off with insanity! I arrived at the store with my mother at around 2 pm, Tara was meeting us there, and the place was a ZOO! Brides everywhere with mothers, sisters, friends, cousins, and babies! A lovely bridal consultant was prompltly available to help us pull some dresses, however finding a dressing room to try them on was a whole other story. People seemed to literally be piled on top of one another ooohing and aaahing over their brides.
After about ten minutes the consultant turned up saying she had secured a room for me and led me through the rough terrain into my change-room where my dress hung, alongside another dress which seemed to have already been in the room. Thirty seconds later, I had barely begun to unbutton my shirt when there was a knock at my dressing room door... Apparently this room was reserved for another bride!!? I don't know if my consultant was just trying to slide me in there and bump the other bride, or if it really was a misunderstanding, but it was embarrassing to say the least.
Out I went.
My mother, the consultant, and myself decided to take this opportunity to pull some more dresses... Then she put me in another room. This time on the other side of the store where all the grad dress girls were trying on the prom dresses. I did not like this. This is the only time I will ever be shopping for a wedding gown, I'd rather be stuffed in like a sardine with other brides than a bunch of teenagers!! And let me tell you, some of the prom dresses that are being turned out these days - yuck!
Again, I was moved back to the bridal side while my maid of honour carried my clothes, and I walked around in a so-so wedding gown to find that there was STILL no room available for me.
After standing around in a mediocre dress for the next ten minutes or so I FINALLY got into a dressing room that was all for me, amongst the other brides. Hurray! The next dress up was a cute little Alfred Sung that was actually very flattering, if I do say so myself. Now we were getting somewhere! Then came dress number three: gorgeous. Loved it. As soon as I had that dress on (with a veil!) all the unfortunate events from the previous hour vanished and I was as happy as kid in a candyshop!
My mother and Tara both loved it too. And there you have it. A done deal. Of course, you'll have to wait to see it until AFTER the wedding...
