Shopping for a wedding dress was one part of wedding planning that I was dreading. I know that this is not normal but I honestly wasn’t looking forward to it for a couple of reasons:
1) I am a larger than “normal” bride.
2) I am not a girly girl at all.
3) No one seemed to want to go with me; it wasn’t the big event it seems to be for others.
So there I was, about seven months away from my wedding and I hadn’t even tried on a dress yet. I now know that this is absolute craziness! Finally, while Christmas shopping with my FMIL she MADE me go into a store with her and try on a dress. I felt uncomfortable the instant I set foot in the place (Debra Dee’s in Saskatoon), and the sales people proceeded to ignore me completely until I hunted down someone to ask them about how the dresses were organized. This turned out to be a huge mistake and as soon as she asked what size I was, I knew that I would regret answering her. When I said that I thought I was an 18 or so, she loudly announced that I would need to go to the plus sizes in the back of the store. How humiliating! My FMIL was determined to have me try on at least one dress that day though, so I followed her to the back of the store and picked out one that didn’t look like it had been made in the 80’s.
Once I had chosen the dress I let myself into a change room and started to undress. Before I even knew what was happening the curtain was ripped back and the sales lady was standing there scolding me for attempting to put the dress on myself. Meanwhile I am standing there, except for panties naked as the day I was born, with my mouth gaping open in full view of everyone! Luckily she quickly slid the dress over my head before I could start to cry and did up the laces in the back. I calmed down enough to step out of the change room to look at myself and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. The dress actually looked alright on me! Thank goodness, because if it had been a disaster I think I might never have gone dress shopping again and I would be getting married in my PJ’s. I didn’t like the dress *that* much though and left the store without purchasing it.
So, with that great experience under my belt, you can imagine how anxious I was to go dress shopping again. Thankfully, a girl that I had known in high school had opened a lovely new wedding dress shop in Regina, and so about week later my MOH and I went in there to look for both her dress and mine. The sales staff there were fantastic and I felt completely comfortable and at ease. I found a dress that I really quite liked but after trying it on several times in front of various people, I decided that it didn’t have that “THIS IS THE ONE” kind of feel to it. We did buy my MOH’s dress off the rack there for $55 though! All in all it was a great experience.
After that I started looking in stores for dresses on my own. My experiences ranged from horrible to bearable but nothing better than that, and I still hadn’t seen any dresses that I loved. Finally I convinced my Mom that we would have to go to a larger centre to look. So after Christmas, we went to Edmonton and finally found my dress in a store called Ethos in the West Edmonton Mall.
Once again, the sales staff completely ignored me, but by then I was sort of used to it. It was frustrating to be in a dressing room and hear them gushing over the smaller girls in the room next to me though. Meanwhile I was doing up the backs of the dresses I was trying on by myself. Regardless, I found a beautiful dress that flatters me in all the right places and I bought it. I am pretty sure that I “settled” but it is a perfectly nice dress and it will do the trick. As I said before, the dress was never my number one priority.
After I had officially made the purchase, my Mom and I sat down in the mall food court for a drink and I ended up bursting into tears because the whole process had been so stressful and I had been holding in all of those emotions for the previous two months. The pressure to order before I was ready, coupled with the treatment I had received in stores and the fact that I was not happy with the way I looked in any dress, just hit me all at once. I think I was also relieved that it was over with, and that I wouldn’t have to think about it for another couple of months.
Lessons to take from this story:
1) Go dress shopping EARLY! As early as possible! Give yourself lots of time to decide and to get comfortable with the whole process.
2) Wear nice underwear so that when you too are left standing practically naked in front of the whole store at least you won’t be ashamed of your panties.
3) Talk about how you are feeling with someone who will let you vent so that you don’t have to bawl uncontrollably in front of the Booster Juice.
Good luck! ![]()
I like your lesson #2. I like to keep on wearing mine even if they have tiny holes in them or the lace is drooping. My motto: as long as no one else seems them, it’s all GOOD.