- 7 years ago
- Wedding: May 2012
I am so excited to shout from the mountain tops that I found my dress!! You bees seem like great listeners and I have talked my friends to death, so lend me your ears?
I’ll give you guys the abridged version!
When I laid eyes on the first Platinum Collection from Priscilla of Boston, back in 2008 (or maybe 2009) I was floored (and also, super duper single with not a man on the horizon!). In particular, one spectacular dress caught my eye. It was me in a nutshell. A little classic, a little fancy, a little out there! It was unlike any dress I have ever seen, and one of the features on the Priscilla website was being able to click on the image and see it in motion on a model walking down the runway at the show. I clicked on that model countless times, admiring the movement of the dress, the way it sparkled, how regal the model looked in it.
Fast forward to the day after my engagement! I remembered the dress like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, it had been gone from the website for quite a long time, disappeared into the internet abyss. Google yielded very little results, except for a small thumbnail of the dress of my dreams. The only clue I had to go on was my browser bookmark! There it was, the page I had saved for years at this point. There in the title was the style number. PL149.
I contacted Priscilla corporate immediately, and they guided me to Marina at the Ardmore, PA store, who told me the dress was no longer produced but she would call the other stores in the country for any leads.
A day later, Marina (who is extra, extra awesome) came back with good, no GREAT GREAT GREAT news. They had one dress left, in a size 8, and they were shipping it to Ardmore! Sight unseen, I made an appointment to try it on.
I was scared! Excited, but scared! What if I loved this dress and the search was over before it started? What if I hated it and would not be able to find something else for my plump little self? What if the sticker shock was far too large and we loved it but had to walk away? What if it didn’t go over my hips?!
On a windy, but sunny and gorgeous day, I drove with my mom to the Priscilla of Boston store. The exit we took was Exit 13, and I interpreted this as an awesome sign, because 13 is my lucky number.
We got to the store, and I did everything to stop myself from exclaiming, “I can look at white wedding dresses and not feel like a total creeper!” It was such a fantastic feeling, walking through that gorgeous, gorgeous place. There were the Veras. The Melissa Sweets. The Platinum collection.
Samantha greeted me. I just love this girl. If you ever stop by the Ardmore store, ask for her. She is just the sweetest, most honest little thing ever! She made me feel so at ease with myself and the appointment. My mom took a seat outside the dressing room and wished me good luck.
The dress was hanging in a bag inside the little room, and I could barely contain myself. She unzipped it. Here we go.
To be honest, my first impression of the dress was wow, it’s ivory! Wow, the beading is darker than I was expecting! Do I even like this? Then she flipped to the back. The piece de resistance. The true sealing of the deal.
Samantha helped me get into my shoes, the corset and navigated her way through what seemed like acres of satin and crinoline so that I could take the plunge into this dress.
And there it was. Slightly different than I imagined it. I was shell shocked. Overwhelmed. Me, a bride, this dress. THE ONE.
I came out and my mom whipped out her iphone and started taking pictures rapid fire. She gave me a sidways glance which, if you know my mom, can mean so many things. Ew, or Yay, or what the heck?? I couldn’t read her and it was scaring me. I told her to put the camera down so she could see me without the lense. And then we both started crying.
When we went out into the lobby, below the chandelier and holding the flowers bedazzled in ribbons and a brooch, it all came together. It was stunning and everything I wanted.
The best part? It was in perfect condition and at a sample sale price. And (I was told) the last one available through Priscilla in the country! Oh, did I mention I saved closed to $7,000.00 dollars?!?!?!
Just to be sure of our choice, we tried on a gigantic Vera with lace bodice for comparison and a sheath, which I didn’t even bother zipping. There simply was no contest.
This dress was meant for me and it was some kind of serendipity!
My favorite part. So Marie Antoinette.