- 6 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
I have a confession to make, ladies. For the last 6 months I have been downplaying the importance of ‘the dress’ because to be frank, I thought it was a stupid notion. A stupid expensive notion. A stupid expensive notion that only someone who had the bride gene relished. Well…..the day of reckoning has come. I, too, found my dress yesterday. A month before my wedding.
For the last few months I had resigned to wearing a dress that would have worked, although my tatas were hanging out for all to see, and it didn’t really feel like a wedding dress – more like the simple sundress that it was. My boss gave me a gift card to Norstrom for the holidays and I hadn’t yet used it so I went to the mall yesterday as a ‘one last chance’ to dress shop. (The truth was that I still had an Alice + Olivia dress that was hiding in my closet that I had purchased two months ago as a backup. I had been telling myself that if I would just find the energy to run an extra 5 miles each week that my cellulite would miraculously disappear. Ya friggin’ right. The things we tell ourselves…)
I quickly peruse Nordies, ashamed at what they call fashion – seriously, the only good lines they carry is Free People, or Brass Plum if you can fit into it – and leave feeling utterly dejected. I walk across the way and saunter into Macy’s, past the make up section and the handbags and take a left at the next opportunity and then turn left again and head straight to the discount rack, because I had already given up on the dress but not a pair of jeans. And there it is. Wrapped up on the hanger a couple of times, hidden by the rest of the hodge podge, is a bright white bohemian prairie dress, size 2. I pull it apart thinking ‘this doesn’t look like a 2’ and my eyes don’t blink for the next 5 minutes. Can it be? Is this the dress I have been looking for and I just didn’t know it?
I quickly find a room to try it on and it’s just a smidge too big, something about how the bust lays into the torso gives me no definition for my petite d cupped boobs and it makes me look like I have gained an extra 20 pounds. But it has potential. So much so that I start to perspire a little bit. I quickly change into my street clothes and run to the kiosk and ask the sales associate if I can speak to Alterations. Alterations says ‘this will look amazing on you, a wedding you say? I give you half off your alterations fee. Congratulations.’ I pay for the dress, parting with it for the next 10 days.
As soon as I get 5 feet out of the door, it hits me like a mack truck. I begin to cry. I realize that the dress magically entering my life means that it’s really happening. I am actually getting married next month, and because I have the dress, I can picture the event from start to finish in a detailed way that was just out of reach before. And I can suddenly picture my fiance’s face as he sees me walking toward him in the dress and I already know that he’ll approve and find it just as beautiful as I do.
And then begins the texts ‘I FOUND IT’, although my girls have witnessed my obsession with the wrong dress for far too long. One asks ‘picture?’ and of course I have to admit that it didn’t even dawn on me to take a pic in it because I was so scared it would suddenly get jinxed and disappear that I practically ran out of there, clutching my receipt, ‘my preciousssss’.
So to the bees whose dress reactions I didn’t previously understand…I salute you.
Oh, and a couple other things: 1) I went to find a pic online to send to my mom and there aren’t ANY good pics, 2) while doing so, I found out that my dress was actually on sale for $29.99. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! So when I go pick up my dress, they’re refudning a significant portion of what I paid yesterday. 3) The dress still goes with my beloved hippie shoes that I bought from a Croatian Etsy designer. 4) no, I do not wear a size 2 (I wish, Jennifer Love Hewitt!), it was actually a maxi that with a couple of alterations, turns into the loveliest comfy white cotton country wedding dress. I will post more photos next week when I get it back.