- 3 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013
I just would have wished to read something like this while going through my dress drama.
This is a love story with a (hopefully) happy ending.
I first fell in love with my Forever Yours 4912 blush pink tulle gown on a cold November day. After trying on lots of dresses, I was wandering through the city and went by a random bridal salon – and there it was – the most unusual dress I had ever seen. I called up one of my friends (8 months pregnant at the time, so lots of free time) and she joined me. I came back a week later with my mother and my man of honor and we ordered it.
After months of waiting and completing my outfit with pink flats (they look pinker and not so orange-y in reality)
and gorgeous vintage silver jewellery, I couldn’t have been more excited.
My dress was ordered to arrive in April, so there would be plenty of time for alterations. Well, it didn’t. It didn’t even arrive in May. I started calling weekly to ask where my dress was. I started looking for alternatives and I found the Alfred Angelo Cinderella (back in November, it was my second choice). I started feeling slight dress remorse. And when the dress finally arrived in mid-June, it was 3 sizes (!!!) too big for me. The salon refused to pay for alterations and threatened me (!) with a lawyer. I started hating my dress, basically because there were so many bad feelings attached to it and I couldn’t handle wearing it on the (supposedly) most important day of my life so far. I panicked both because of financial reasons (alterations would be really expensive) and the feeling of being stuck with no way out. When I tried it on, I hated it on me. It didn’t look like my dress.
Thank God for my mother! She was the only sane person throughout this whole process (my FI said I’m making to big a deal out of it, it’s just A dress; my man of honor, also being a guy about it, basically wanted to go to war with the bridal salon). Usually, my mother is the drama queen. But this time, it was her that made me realize it was THE dress I fell in love with in the first place. She made me realize that I need to let go of all the frustration and bad feelings. I could have taken legal action against the bridal shop. I could have fought for months investing a lot of money in lawyers and time off from work just for a few hundred euro. It just wasn’t worth it starting my family life like this – with bad feelings. So she took matters into her own hands and together with my dad (who is extremely tall and strong) we went to pick up my dress, looking pretty badass throughout the whole process (actually, this made me feel better, just frightening the little shop owner with our 6’+ presence). From there, we went to a nice seamstress she had picked out (actually, alterations will be a lot cheaper than from the salon’s seamstress – we’re facing “only” 200€). The moment she started pinning the dress around me, I felt something. And when she was finished, I was back in love. It fit like a glove. I’m so excited for FI to see me in it, walking down the isle with my dad. I will update this with a picture as soon as I pick it up from alterations!
Sometimes, it’s better to let go, even if you’re right and you know you’re right. At least it’s better for your mental health 🙂
I’m happy! And in love 🙂