- 6 years ago
- Wedding: October 2013
Hey Bees, I just wanted to pop in and comment on a bizarre bridal experience I had in a salon yesterday. I went to a smallish, local shop with my younger sister. She lives out of town so this was a spur of the moment trip so it was just going to be her and me. The salon was empty except for one girl trying on prom gowns (which amazed me since I never bought mine until like 2 weeks before lol) and her mom and dad. We chose some dresses and I went into the dressing room to start sifting through the choices.
I came out in my first gown, one I thought looked very beautiful on me and very much said WEDDING DRESS. I got up on the pedestal and my sister was saying how much she liked it and I agreed. Suddenly the girl’s father piped up “Heck, I’d marry you! You look great in that dress!” I blushed and said thanks, very sweet right? I was feeling all happy glowy and all that other bridal stuff. The attendant jacked me up with a veil and jewelry and I was loving it. Father says again “You look great.” I’m thinking I DO look great! And as a plus sized girl, it’s nice to hear haha.
I go and try on the second dress. It’s a fit and flare and I really liked this one, too. I stepped onto the pedestal and before I could open my mouth, the (loud and slightly unkempt) mother says “I like the top of this one better than the last dress, but I don’t like the bottom.” Um, okay. I smile and turn my attention to my sister for her opinion. She loves it. Next dress.
I come out of my dressing room to the mother RIGHT OUTSIDE OF IT. I was taken aback for a second, but push past her to the mirrors. She is saying how much better she liked the first one, that she didn’t like this one. My sister was silent in her chair and I was so very close to saying “Well, it’s a good thing I’M wearing it, then!” But I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her daughter. I kept my mouth shut and just flat out ignored her. This continued for another dress (which I loved) and she again tried to talk me out of getting it. It was a really fun feathery looking skirt with a fitted bodice. I was so frustrated that my sister could not even get a word in and I was at the mercy of this overbearing NOT EVEN MINE mom. The daughter also commented a couple of times, which was fine. I don’t mind the stray comment here or there. But damn, mind your business! I was wishing the consultant would say something, but she didn’t, even though I could tell she was uncomfortable. I stopped trying on dresses at that point. Maybe another day.
Should I have embarrassed her in front of her young daughter and husband? How could I have tactfully said for her to go back to her daughter and leave me the hell alone? It’s not like a feel robbed or anything because my sister will hopefully be back in town within the next month, but jeez. Talk about a buzz kill.