Post # 1
After reading the post by the bride who had a nightmare experience but found her stunning wedding dress, I was wondering if many Bees has a terrible time dress shopping? I had a horrible experience at a wedding shop and I feel like I found my dress shop before I found my actual dress. When I finally found nice consultants, I made up my mind that my dress and bridesmaid dresses were at least going to be ordered from that shop if I found a dress elsewhere. I knew that wedding dress shopping was special and I wanted to make sure I had a good experience. After the first few shops, I felt like I dreaded dress shopping 🙁
Have many of you experienced nightmares while dress shopping?
Post # 3
Not exactly nightmares but really poor service. Like consultant being really uninterested, only bringing the opposite kind of dress from what I asked for, making me wear cotton gloves (she’d probably have chopped my hands off if I dared touch any of the dresses) and being generally snarky.
It amazes me why people can’t make the effort to be nice when they’re trying to sell you something, especially something as expensive as a wedding dress.
In the end, I bought my dress from a shop with a lovely consultant, perhaps that subconsciously made me more comfortable with my choice.
Post # 4
I had a terrible dress shopping experience. I posted about it here:
Worst Dress Shopping Experience Ever… (sorry long)
Basically the consultant told me I was too fat to try on any dresses they had, and that I had no taste. I’m 5’8″ and a size 12. I don’t consider myself obese but said consultant made me feel like a whale.
I ended up buying my dress from an AMAZING little boutique with the best customer service and a fabulous consultant.
Post # 5
I was lied to about the dress I wanted to try on. they said it was in the store but infact they did not have the dress for me to try on. But my mom and gma found a dress for me and pressured me into putting a deposit on it. So then they finally got my dress in 4 months later and and we ordered it through them. I wish I wasnt pressured so I didnt have to give them my business
Post # 6
I didn’t enjoy dress shopping at all, but I can’t say it was anyone’s fault. I did have one appointment where I felt a bit rushed. My budget was a little low for their store… I’d say the average dress was over $3K. The cynic in me thinks that is why 🙂
Post # 7
@The Unsuspecting Bride: You had to wear cotton gloves? Is this normal?
I had to take off my shoes at a shop which I was ok with, except the dresses were in such poor condition! There were rips and they looked completely disgusting so I couldn’t understand their shoe rule when other shops had dresses in a better condition.
I was told on the phone to bring in pictures which I thought would help. One shop my picture was all lace dresses, I wasn’t given a single lace dress to try on. When I asked about lace dresses, I was ignored! Then they kept asking, “is this the one.” No, its not even close to what I was looking for. My parents were upset because I was quiet and just putting on anything the consultant gave me.
Post # 8
@The Unsuspecting Bride: cotton gloves?? wow
My dress shopping experience has run the gamut. It didn’t seem to matter whether I was in a boutique or consignment. It seemed to be luck of the draw as to the salesperson… some great, some not so much.
Post # 9
My first appointment I fell in love with a dress in a lovely but since I had two other appointments I thought I should at least see one more shop. Plus I had it in my head that the second shop did inexpensive dresses. The shop was tiny at the top of five flights of stairs. The woman received us and started showing us some dresses. My mother said one of the dresses might be too heavy for a summer wedding. The woman yelled back, “This is silk organza! This is not heavy.!” At this stage we just picked out three dresses to be done with it. The lady abandoned me in the corner to put the dresses on myself. That was when I realized the dresses were about three times as expensive as my entire budget. I tried on one but couldn’t do the buttons up the back myself. The lady yelled at me to hop on the pedestal. Then thankfully she got a call from downstairs.
I abandoned the dress, begged my mother and aunt to get us out of there, and got back into my own clothes. The lady came back upstairs and stood in front of the door blocking our way out. My mother tried to make up an excuse about waiting to coordinate my dress with my sister’s bridesmaid dress. The lady then started yelling: “the Bridesmaid is not important! Your sister is not important!!” I replied, “I’ve been telling her that for years”. My attempt at humour was apparently missed as the anti-sister rampage continued for a few minutes. We eventually got past her and fled down the stairs in fits of giggles.