- Birdie Love
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011
Yesterday the groom and I ventured to David’s Bridal so I could try on wedding gowns for the first time ever! I entered the appointment expecting the worst and hoping for the best.
The receptionist at DB was very pleasant and bubbly. We were a bit early so she showed me where I could look at some dresses. About ten minutes later I met my “consultant”.
Now, I had come prepared with a print out of 5 dresses I liked and also told the sales consultant that I was also open to trying on something if she thought it might look good on me. Something interesting, she seemed more stressed about my current size (street-size 12/14) than I thought I would be! I told her that I realized the gowns run a couple sizes smaller and that if it wouldn’t zip, she could clip it. She seemed relieved that I was already aware of this. Perhaps she was worried I would have a chunky-freak-out if I didn’t fit in a size 4. Yes, dear I am grounded in reality.
She found one of the dresses I wanted, I tried it on and I liked it, but I didn’t have that moment when the clouds parted and unicorns, cupcakes and double rainbows fell from the sky. The next two dresses she brought were COMPLETELY off the mark, but I think she just brought them because she thought they would fit me. Once I would see my reflection I would say “NO” even though groom was try to analyze the dress for good and bad parts before I woudl say “NO” again (I must have sounded like a two year old that just learned how to say “no”).
Then, the bridal consultant. Disappeared. Gown. Out of sight. I was beginning to become claustrophobic in the dressing room because it was small, cramped and had poor ventilation. To top it off, she was slow to remove the gowns I didn’t like out of the room. I told the groom the best way to describe how I was feeling was to compare it to being thrown in a vat of cotton balls that are covering every side of you and the verge of entering your orafices. That’s what it felt like to be in a box with dresses dressing engulfing you. I finally stated slinging dresses over a rack outside the room.
Going back to the MIA consultant. Apparently she had another bride she finishing up with. I actually would have much preferred to have waited for her to be done with the other bride before seeing me. I actually had groom zipping and unzipping the dresses and I often pulled my own clips off the dress. It was amusing trying to talk him through how to clip a modesty panel.
One highlight side note, the bride and groom next to us were a delightful artsy-punk couple. She looked gorgeous in her lace dress, black sash and birdcage veil and the groom was just adorable. We both enjoyed talking to them and hearing their wedding story.
At one point I told groom I was “over it” and that I was going to get dressed and leave because I felt abandoned and rushed. He said “give me a chance to make this right”. I don’t know what he said to the consultant, but she rushed back with more dresses. All of which; hideous.
Finally, groom said “I really liked that woman’s lace gown. Do you having anything in lace that Birdie could try?” How funny is it that I totally spaced on my love of lace! I forgot to tell her how much I adore lace.
She brought over three lace dresses: one was a maybe; one I said “oh THAT’S fun!!!”; and the third was tacky. I promptly tried on the second dress, the “fun” one. I stepped out of the room and had my “A HA!!!!!”-moment. I think I found the one.
BUT………the bridal consultant never asked me my price point and I forgot to tell her. So, the dress is about DOUBLE what I was comfortable spending.
However….I really loved it, another consultant said it looked great on me, the groom of the cute couple next to us said “that’s the one!!”, it took a moment for MY groom to warm up to it, but when he broke all the components down (that’s just how he works), he saw that the dress was the dress for me.
In this dress I feel comfortable and pretty. I have at minimum, at least, 30 pounds to lose. In this dress though, if I had to wear it tomorrow, I am fine and happy how I look now in it. I also felt fun in it, it’s a bit modern, but also has a vintage touch to it and I would even say I feel kind of powerful in it! I shasayed, preened and strutted all over the store in the dress, something I hadn’t done in any of the other dresses. The dress even fits the style of our venues! This is the dress (don’t have access to the pictures of me in it, yet):
I tried on the ivory/champagne combo, but didn’t realize it comes in solid white and solid ivory as well. I didn’t order the dress (have to move some money around since it’s over my budget), but I when I go back, I want to see the other colors.
Overall, the experience at DB was okay. We kind of chalked the consultant’s attitude to being inexperienced and frazzled. She was pleasant, but like I said, seemed kind of awkward. Even when I cracked some jokes, she looked like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t really engage in conversation with groom either. Oh well. When I go back I will ask that she NOT assist me. I do have to give her credit though for finding *the* dress!
Fingers crossed for me bees that this could be the *one*!!