- 7 years ago
- Wedding: May 2012
I have been going crazy wanting to share my dress with someone, and what better crowd to share it with than my fellow WeddingBees? 🙂
A little back story- my wedding isn’t until September 29th, 2012. I know- a long decent time away. I went to Davids Bridal with Mama Shrimp to look at colors to try to figure out a scheme. (You can view my previous post about the never-ending search for a wedding color palette here .)
While at David’s Bridal, Mama Shrimp convinced me to try on wedding dresses. While I was set on waiting until the fall, what girl does not want to try on wedding gowns and feel excited to be a bride? So I gave in (she didn’t have to twist my arm too hard ).
Our amazing consultant, listened to my idea for a gown and directed me towards the area where the gowns fit my image. On the way to the rack of gowns, Mama Shrimp was completely distracted by an Oleg Cassini gown on a mannequin near the entrance to the store. It was a halter dress (bleck!), lacy (eww!), and had a bow in the back (three strikes and you are out!). Obviously, I was not thrilled with the dress, but Mama Shrimp was enthralled! I love her, so I decided to amuse her- how many times does a mother get to see her daughter try on wedding gowns? After selecting several dresses I KNEW would be the perfect dress, I grabbed the less-than-perfect gown Mama Shrimp loved and headed to the dressing room.
Our consultant had me try on Mom’s pick first to get it out of the way. I was excited to put on my first gown, even though I was convinced it was definitely NOT the dress. When I opened the door and saw Mama Shrimp’s face… I was confused. I thought she would hate it. Instead, I see a look of pure joy on her face and tears welling up in her eyes.
*psh* It’s just the first dress, that’s all… I thought.
Then, I turned around and faced the mirrors….
And fell in love.
Before me in the mirrors was a bride, a classy, elegant, regal, beautiful bride. I instantly started to cry. I couldn’t believe how amazing I felt and how gorgeous the gown was. Once I had it on, I didn’t notice the bow or the halter… I saw the elegant detail, the very flattering A-line, and the way the gem-encrusted lace gave the dress *just* the right amount of sparkle.
In the back of my mind, I knew this dress was the one. Just to be sure, I tried on my “perfect” picks… and none of them compared to the dress Mama Shrimp picked.
The moral of the story, Mama’s really do know best!
So now— without further adieu, I give you my dress…
What do you think?
Have any of you had similar experiences shopping with your mother, grandmother, or other important person in your life?