I like to think I'm not too materialistic. While I have an appreciation for nice things, I don't *really* get crazy hung up on luxury items, or tech gadgets, or designer clothes, etc. But right now I really feel the need to gush over my wedding dress, and how I found it. I really do feel funny being so excited over a dress, but I have to say, the experience was kinda magical.
A couple of weeks ago I received an email from "The Knot" about a sale happening at a local bridal boutique. I said "what the hell" and made an appointment. I had to jump into this wedding dress search sometime...so why not now? Because it was a big sale they had weird rules: you only have an hour, you can only grab so many dresses to try on at a time, and you can only bring ONE person with you! Obviously I chose my best friend/maid of honor. I really wasn't expecting to choose my dress that day anyway, so just getting ideas with my MOH was good enough.
On the way to the boutique I remember saying to my friend, "I'm not looking forward to this!" I really didn't think I was ready to try on dresses, and was nervous about the whole experience. I definitely was not intending to buy a dress that day.
Once we got there, though, and saw row after row of sparkling white gleaming wedding dresses, I began to get in the mood to try things on. I showed both my best friend and my "wedding dress consultant" (I guess that's what you'd call her?) what styles I was looking for and we dove into the vast white sea of dresses.
I tried on dress after beautiful dress, in styles I liked and styles I didn't like. Nothing stood out. I now understood and had sympathy for those girls on "Say Yes to the Dress" that I thought were so annoying and ridiculous. This was hard! I must have tried on 15 dresses to no avail. What had I become?!
Just when I figured it was time to go, the consultant showed me the room with the "non sale" full price gowns. I'm pretty sure that's how they getcha! Naturally, this room had more of what I was looking for. We pulled 3 more dresses. The first one was great. The second one I didn't care for, but the last one.....The last one....
As I stepped out of the dressing room- a random woman in the store shopping with her daughter gasped, my best friend practically screamed and I looked in the mirror and immediately knew. I said, "This is it. This is the one." It was everything I had envisioned. It was gorgeous. Shit got real. The wedding seemed more real somehow. I got teary eyed. My friend got teary eyed, customers in the store were coming up and admiring me and the dress...it was this bizarre fairy tale moment that I didn't think really happened outside of Kleinfeld's. Let alone to me. But it did. And I fucking love my perfect fucking wedding dress.Who knew?
