YOU GUYS. Today is my 27th birthday but I don't want to bore you with a post about how I really don't want to be 27 because I really loved 26 and now that I'm 27 I'm in my late twenties and I've been putting off being in my late twenties since I turned 25. So instead (and because it's Wedding Wednesday) I'm going to tell you all about my wedding dress shopping experience.
The owner of the store (who was extremely nice and patient) ended up helping me into the dresses. And even though I've been in her shoes and I know she didn't care that my legs weren't shaved and my underwear was ripped, I still felt self-conscious. But she made me feel comfortable which I really appreciated.
Just kidding. I stayed in it for about a minute and a half and then we moved on. My mom took pictures of each dress I tried on and I'm glad she did because I wouldn't have remembered them otherwise. The second dress I really liked. It was pretty much what i'd been looking for, except that it had a plunging neckline and I wasn't into that. The third one I was in for about 3 seconds. The next one I was in for like 4 minutes, and then Elizabeth (the stylist) asked me if I'd mind if she brought in a dress she thought I might like. From my experience as a bridal stylist I know how important it is to listen to your stylist and try on what they suggest. You might hate it but more often than not you'll love it. I told Elizabeth I was open to trying anything on.
As she was zipping me up I said, "Wow, this is really the opposite of what I wanted!" And she said, "I know, but I think it's a good idea to try it."
AND OH. MY. GOSH. There's a picture my mom took where the look on my face is like, Oh em gee I loooooove this dress but I don't want to admit it. I walked around the store and looked at it in better lighting, tried on a veil, and told myself it was okay to pick a dress that was totally different from what I wanted. I didn't cry, my mom didn't cry, and Baby Kate didn't cry. It wasn't some emotional moment where I was like, YES I AM BUYING THIS DRESS RIGHT NOW. It kind of just slowly sunk in. It wasn't a big deal, and I'm so glad. I didn't want it to be a big deal. The whole experience was really perfect. I think it's so funny that I didn't even mean to go to that store, and I bought a dress that was "not what I want at all."
That's how it was when I went car shopping. I wanted a small SUV like a Honda CRV and I looked at a bunch of those, but then the salesman showed me a Honda Fit and after looking at it for a while I just slowly came to the conclusion that that was the car I was going to buy.
So, long story short, I bought the dress! (The next morning.) BUT since the wedding is so soon I had to order a smaller size. Right now I'm like, a 10/12 and the dress I ordered is an 8, so now it's this big dramatic diet I'm on because I have to fit into the dress. If I don't, there will literally only be three weeks to get it altered. No pressure at all.
SO. Venue? Check.
Photographer? Ch----we'll talk about that later.
When you bought your dress, did you have that "AHA!" moment? How many dresses did you try on?