Note to Mr. Fondue: If you don’t want to see me in a wedding dress, then please do not read this post.
Early in February, a little over a month after Mr. Fondue popped the question, my bridesmaid Becka came to visit. Seeing as how none of my bridesmaids live in town, I decided this was the perfect opportunity to go check out some wedding dresses and to get an opinion on what looked good on me and what didn’t. There was no intention of buying anything.
I had, of course, been scouring the web and bridal magazines for styles that I liked. I knew I liked most Maggie Sottero gowns, as I loved the corset backs. Being a little curvy, I knew I didn’t want a sheath and would have preferred something fuller, like an A-line or ball gown. I also thought I might get something with some black detailing, to go with our black and white wedding.
I made appointments at two locations: The White Room in Lebanon, Tennessee, and one of the local David’s Bridals. My mom couldn’t make our early appointment at The White Room, but planned to join us later in the day.
However, given the choice, I prefer to hear bad news first, so I am going to start this story backwards with our trip to David’s Bridal. This is also to keep you guys in suspense just a little longer. ![]()
In the afternoon, after our appointment at The White Room and a nice lunch, Becka and I went to David’s Bridal and met up with my mom. My appointment was at 4:30. However, I didn’t get into a dressing room until sometime after 5:00 because all of their associates had two brides each. This must be why they warn you over the phone not to come in on a Saturday. It worked out, either way, because my mom was running late and didn’t get there until right before my dressing room opened.
My assistant showed me to the dressing room and told me to go pick out a pair of shoes to wear. I was wearing a pair of red heels because I was contemplating wearing red heels at the wedding. I told her I would be fine in the shoes I had, and she gave me a funny look before leaving to find me a strapless bra and a slip.
She didn’t return for twenty minutes.
I finally got the undergarments I was waiting for and proceeded to try on dresses. I tried on quite a variety, including all of these:
They were all nice dresses, but none of them really flattered me. This was pre-Weddingbee, so I didn’t even think to take photos of the ones I didn’t like. Becka, who was in charge of the camera, was running around most of the time trying to find veils and stuff for me, since my assistant usually was nowhere to be found. So she didn’t think to take any pictures, either.
This was my favorite. However, the assistant told me it was being discontinued and was only available in ivory (I look like death in ivory), so I didn’t bother to take a photo of it either. (She later took this statement back and thought I was talking about another dress, despite the fact that I was wearing the dress in question at the time. But I digress.)
And here is the only one I have a photo of me wearing! I liked this one well enough, but I thought the number of pick-ups overwhelmed me a bit.
Clearly, none of these dresses was THE ONE. After we were done, my assistant wrote down the styles in my file and forced me to make an appointment in April to come back and look at them (she literally made the appointment without even consulting me). Needless to say, I did not honor this appointment.
Did any of you have a disappointing dress shopping experience?
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