Yeah, I am getting married in the fall of this year.
I searched high and low, hunted, tried on a bunch of dresses, alone, to try to figure out what styles I liked and what type of dress was in my budget. I ended up buying one (at a good price).
I finally got a photo of me in it not too long ago, and I have come to the conclusion that I do not like the dress. Well, I don't LOVE the dress.
[EDIT: Folks, the money's been spent, it is final sale, it's a DONE DEAL. I'm not buying two dresses!]
There were two others I was undecided on, at a bridal store that had tenants living above the shop who chain-smoked, as all of the garments in the store smelled like cigarette smoke (even in garment bags!).
I have a crazy sensitive nose, so I knew that the odour would drive me batshit crazy(ier), so I ruled them out. I didn't want to spend another $150+ to dry clean out the cigarette smell.
Tonight I looked at side by side pictures, and I'm wondering if I made the wrong choice. The other dress would have been more than double after alterations, but I am thinking it was a much prettier dress. Maybe?
A truly gorgeous gown needs more ties. And tying up. And under-boob.
I knew I would have buyer's remorse to some degree, especially since I decided in a matter of hours to buy the dress I did, without being allowed to take a photo of myself in it (a picture can tell you so much that you can't initially see just in the mirror).
I think it needs a longer train at the back... like this, but longer:
I need a wedding dress with a serious train. Fo' rizzle.
I made two trips to the bridal store, 35 minutes away, in a period of 4 hours to first try it on myself, then come back with my mom, sister and niece to check it out (right before closing time). Normally I take my time and weigh out every possible option. I only impulse buy when it comes to sugary things at the checkout lane in Walmart.
I had hoped to look as stunning as this bride... so close, and yet so far.
Maybe I can make some minor modifications with a local seamstress to make it just a little different at the front. Maybe?
Also? The veil I ordered came in on Monday, and it isn't what I expected. At all.
So yes, I know these things are trivial, but I am feeling really shitty about it right now. So there.
Maybe I'd feel better if it seemed like my tits were trying to fly off in opposite directions?
/ rant, bitch whine.
I hope my wedding make-up looks as nice as this (photo stolen from Moooooooooooooooog, Midget Man of Steel):
Okay, not really... but that IS me and I actually did that in Jamaica a few years ago, and it was the most fun I had had (had had?) in years.
Also? I look terribly sexy in shorts and black sport socks.
It's okay to feel a little jealous inside. (Go ahead, watch it again, you know you want to)
Now... I am not, by any means, planning to turn this into a wedding blog, but let me tell you there is some seriously effed up shizz in the wedding world. I will be touching on some of what I have already experienced in my quest to find an affordable dress, and all that jazz.
When searching for a veil online, I came across this photo of "flower girls"
The left flower "girl" looks like she could be a dude... and the one on the right, well... I just don't know.
The "girl" on the right should maybe not be wearing the cleavage-displaying, pedophiliac delight as she appears to be. Tell me I am not the only person troubled by that photo? And lefty seriously looks like s/he could be a dude with waxed arms. Just sayin'.
I searched Kijiji for wedding dresses. (Kijiji is the cheap bastard's eBay - it's free to list and so people will list just about anything).
Found this gem, posted for you ladies out there in need of a throwback to 1982:
You might have had better luck selling this dress about 30 years ago (you know, despite it's seasonal versatility and pet-free home and everything).
I know, awesome right? You're welcome. All for the low price of $75. I think the sales pitch should have been "awesome costume for 80s-themed Halloween party!!".
One additional note. I went into Heirlooms Bridal Shoppe in Dundas, Ontario, just to see what they had in store. I asked the sales associate what, if anything, they had in my price range.
She literally looked at me like I had just shat in the front doorway. And she turned her nose up, as if it smelled like I had just shat in the doorway. She then had the nerve to SCOFF at me, and say:
"Well, we have some very PLAIN dresses here. They are about (twice your budget)" as she lazily sifted through a few "destination" dresses at the front of the store.
Wow.
Haughty, snotty bitch.
The wedding industry is like the rich girl/cool kid club, and I am SO NOT ONE OF THOSE.
I promptly told her I would look elsewhere. GAH.
p.s. I did find a dress somewhere else, within my budget.
p.p.s. Trying to find a wedding dress when suffering extreme fatigue is not fun, time consuming, and exhausting. Just letting you know.
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