- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2016
Although I’ve been visiting this forum over the past month or so and come across lots of helpful and informative advice I’ve never had the courage to post here myself. It’s only now, with only two weeks to go until my wedding day, that a sense of panic over my dress has spurred me on to writing this post.
To get straight to the point, I HATE my dress! Or, rather, the dress is okay but it’s so totally unflattering on me. When I initially went to pick out a wedding dress last September I had a fairly clear idea in my mind what I would like: As a 40 something first time bride marrying a widower I imagned myself in a simple and elegant tea length style dress – delicate vintage ivory lace covering my arms and shoulders. I thought I would have my hair half up and held in place by a silver and pearl embellished clip. But, none of the predominantly frothy white long gowns hanging in the shop remotely fitted that image. As the clock was ticking I was cajoled by the assistant to try on some of the voluminous gowns I could never envisage myself comfortably wearing. The first dress was strapless and felt way too revealing and figure hugging for my plump figure. The second dress was an improvement because it had lace sleeves that covered my shoulders and arms but the long heavily beaded Princess gown prompted an accompanying elderly relative to disapprovingly exclaim that I looked like a fairy godmother or something that someone might stick on the top of a Christmas tree. Hardly flattering!! Also, my fiancé when questioned by me had said that he preferred satin to lace. To be honest, I hated every minute of looking at gowns and was eager to get back home so I finally tried on a long voluminous plain satin gown that the assistant had plucked off the rails. My relative kept saying how much better I looked in this dress and the assistant nodded agreeably. However, I knew it wasn’t at all right for me. But, hey, maybe when the right size had been ordered and any alterations had been made I might like begin to like it. I needed to make a decision sharpish because the dress order would take 6 months leaving little time before the wedding.
Last month the dress arrived. I tried it on and yep, of course, I absolutely hated it! It was too long, too bulky, too shiny and the belt was just…too blingy. Also, it was baggy and shapeless around the bust and the straps were so loose they kept falling down. Oh, and I felt incredibly self conscious about my fleshy arms and blemished back on show. But, again, I convinced myself that once altered everything would be okay.
Today, after two weeks of the dress being away for alterations, I went to pick it up. If I thought the dress looked awful before then I hadn’t seen nothing yet! While the length was much improved – it now skimmed the floor at the front and there was a little less heavy material at the back the Seamstress had sewn around the arm holes so tightly that I could barely lift my arms and my skin was pinched and red. Also, I could no longer pull the straps up onto my shoulders which is where they were meant to be. The material around my bust was creased and bulging – don’t know how to describe it really. So, now the dress is going to spend yet ANOTHER week away while the Seamstress loosens the sleeves. And my wedding is on April 1st – possibly an apt day under the circumstances!!
I was so upset when I returned home that I showed my fiancé a picture of the altered dress. Bless his heart, he didn’t say anything negative but I just knew he wasn’t impressed. He keeps emphasising that he doesn’t care what the dress is like and that it is me he is marrying not the damn dress but….well, with the risk of now sounding like a spoilt drama queen, I almost feel like calling the wedding off.
In two weeks time I will be married to my beloved fiancé and the dress can be discarded forever more, but I can’t stop myself feeling so disappointed and sad that I can’t even manage to look good on what will be one of the most special days of my life.
I don’t know if I’m looking for words of support or what? Maybe I just needed to vent and let off some steam as the days get ever nearer and everything is sorted apart from the most important thing – my dress!