- Miss Fish
- 6 years ago
- Wedding: December 2011
I understand that not everyone has time for and/or interest in the novels I have a tendency to write, so allow me to offer you a long version and a brief synopsis of my dress shopping experience.
The Long Version:
Last weekend, I went to David’s Bridal in search of a clearance wedding gown, only to discover that we had caught the very beginning of the $99 Dress Sale! I went with my mom, grandma, and 3 of my 5 bridesmaids (the other two had midterms to prepare for!) I went in with very open expectations, because we’re trying to do this whole wedding thing on a tight budget, and let’s be honest; beggars really can’t be choosers in this situation.
My consultant was wonderful, and she let us know right off the bat that the sale isn’t really as big as the advertisements make it seem. Although there were a few dresses in the size 8-12 range that were $99, most of the clearance items were closer to $199. She asked if I had anything in mind, and I told her to pull anything and everything in my size that might have potential.
I probably tried on about 10 dresses total. Half of them were awful- I tried them on and we all went, “NOPE. Next.”
But four of them ended up looking fantastic, and they were all TOTALLY different styles. The girls made up a name for each one of them- “Helen of Troy,” “Traditional Cinderella,” “Dramatic Elegance” and “Boobalicious Garden Princess” (I kid you not on that last one; the padded bra they had on me the first time was just NOT working out).
Two were white, two were ivory, and they were all TOTALLY different. I ended up nixing Helen of Troy because it didn’t suit the mood of the New Year’s wedding, and Boobalicious Garden Princess because A) it’s winter, and B) I’d like to bend over to dance with my 3-year-old brother without pulling a Janet Jackson.
And then we were down to two.
Traditional Cinderella wasn’t really a huge poufy dress, but it was the bright white A-line traditional dress that I had always sort of envisioned myself wearing. It was gorgeous. It was classic. It was the dress I used to dress my barbies in.
Dramatic Elegance, on the other hand, was SASSY. It was this sort of couture-style trumpet gown with ruffles down the back. It was elegant and sexy and sophisticated. It was a grown-ass lady dress.
I loved them both. My bridesmaids, mother, and grandmother agreed.
I had this sort of existential crisis. With a wedding that is so vastly untraditional, I think I felt some sort of obligation to hold onto a sense of predictability with Traditional Cinderella. It was, after all, a WEDDING DRESS.
But Dramatic Elegance was, in all honesty, a better representation of the woman I have grown to be since those days of playing with barbie dolls. Especially in the past six months, my life has grown wildly unpredictable, and I’m learning to embrace that. Why would I do the safe thing and wear the dress that everyone expects me to, when in my heart I really wanted to feel glamourous and sexy and sophisticated on my wedding night?
Either dress would have been beautiful, but Dramatic Elegance was memorable. So after an hour of going back and forth between the two, I finally said, “I want this one!”
I’ll own up to it. I cried. But so did my mom, my grandma, all three of my bridesmaids, my consultant, the woman who had been trying on dresses in the room next to me, and her sister. It was kind of a moment. And even though I don’t usually get sentimental in situations like that, it happened. I’m pulling out the Bride Card as an excuse.
It needs some alterations, but a family friend has agreed to do them for free for me! I’m so excited! It feels so real right now!
I bought a $750 Galina wedding gown from David’s Bridal for $99 like a boss. I picked this one over the “Traditional Cinderella” dress because it made me look and feel like a grown-ass sexy lady, and I’m proud of myself for following my own desires instead of caving to societal pressures and wearing a “predictable” wedding dress.
And without further ado:
A) I’m sorry that these pictures are going to be huge,
B) These first two
pictures are taken without the proper undergarments, so just trust that everything lays a lot nicer when the extra length is off the floor and my belly is smoothed out with a better slip.
C) This angle… not the best.
I’m actually wearing all the proper things in this last picture, so you can see what it actually looks like. AND OH MY GOD I LOVE MY BUSTLE SO MUCH I COULD DIE. Which is saying something, considering I generally hate bustles.
Thanks for reading my novel, Bees!