I’ve said before that I’m not your typical girly girl, so one process of the wedding that completely stressed me out was shopping for the wedding dress.
I am 6-foot tall with curves, and the idea of trying on dress after dress just doesn’t seem like a fun day. I decided it was going to be one of the first things I would get done so I didn’t have to think about it anymore.
I knew immediately that the only person I would want to go with me was my mom. We have similar tastes in clothes, and she would tell me up front if it looked horrible. We decided to go on a date to Springfield.
We went in to one store, and the first thing my consultant had me try on was strapless. If you knew me, you would understand that physically that is NOT POSSIBLE. I looked at her and said, “I don’t think this is going to work, and I would really like a dress with a train.” She then casually replied, “Don’t worry, it has a lace jacket with a train.”
My instant thought was, “Are you kidding me?”
I played along. Secretly I wanted to test my mom to make sure she would give me her honest opinion. I walked out, and instantly she started laughing. I knew this day would be entertaining.
My advice is laugh things off. There was a mother/daughter next to us and we all became instant friends. Brides-to-be need to be aware that we’re all going through the exact same pressure. If you think they look good in a dress, tell them. You wouldn’t realize how beautiful it makes you feel to have a stranger tell you, “You look good.”
Then the moment happened. She brought “the perfect dress” in. It is a halter-top, A-line dress with a train. It was perfect. I came out, and my mom smiles at me and immediately says, “So we’re buying this today right?”
I knew my choice in bringing my mom was perfect. I noticed other brides next to me who brought in the entire crew. It was too overwhelming for the bride. They looked stressed and weren’t enjoying the experience.
After we found my dress, my mom jumped into the dressing room and found hers right away. We realized we were on a roll, so we looked and found my flower girl’s dress. She has her very own train.
Two hours later, we were leaving with our arms full.
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This post was written by dadam on August 12, 2010