- 5 years ago
- Wedding: October 2013
On January 5, I said “yes” to a dress. It wasn’t “the” dress but that couldn’t really be helped. Here’s the story: I am picky. I’ve been looking at wedding dresses for a couple of years, long before I was even engaged 😀 I found one a couple of months ago that I couldn’t get out of my head, an Alfred Sung:
I found out where it was sold in the city nearest me and made an appointment at that store. A few days before the appointment I clued in that I should call to confirm that that particular dress was there. The ladies at the store said they didn’t have it in, but their other location in the same city did. So, I switched my appointment to the other location. I NEEDED to try on that dress.
The day of the appointment I got to the store all butterflies. This was my last appointment of the day. I was there with my parents (who were buying the dress I chose and wanted to be there when it was purchased, which is great. But, they live in another province and so this two-day dress-shopping adventure was kind of my only chance, which will be important to remember as the story progresses) my future Mother-In-Law, my Maid/Matron of Honor and one bridesmaid. I eagerly showed them the dress I most wanted to try on and they said they didn’t have it. They sold it off the racks, probably before I even called to find out if they had the dress. My heart sunk, and I spent the rest of the day trying to get excited about trying on wedding dresses. At one point, trying on a dress, I just said flat out “This is kind of bittersweet now.” And my mom told me “you don’t have to choose today”. But, I kind of did. The wedding is 10 months away and the dress will take 6 months just to come in. And when was the next time I was going to be able to go wedding dress shopping with my parents, who live and work in a different province? I said as much, and my mother… who is emotional to the point of driving me nuts… started crying. Guilt trip.
I retired to the fitting room for a moment to my own thoughts. I had found a lovely dress in the appointment which was also by Alfred Sung- in the champagne colour (not as pictured), same material, similar ruching. Observe:
My Maid/Matron of Honor scanned all of Alberta to find the “dream” dress at another store. Not available. I had found the Alfred Sung dress of my dreams online second hand, way too big.
I should also note that I refuse to wear a strapless dress, which both the “dream” dress and the “reality” dress are. No matter what I decided, I knew I needed some little cap sleeves or straps. A second hand dress isn’t going to come with extra material to make such an alteration. So, I resolved to develop the love for the “reality” dress that I already had for the “dream” dress.I knew I had to get over it.
I chose the “reality” dress that day and my parents bought it. Everyone was quite happy- except me. Don’t mistake me, I love this dress. It’s gorgeous. It just doesn’t feel like it is “the” dress. Does that matter as much as it seems? Did anyone else have to alter their preconceptions of what it would feel like to find your dress? Any advice?