After my first few unsuccessful experiences with dresses, I was starting to get a little discouraged, but a little closer to knowing what I wanted.
I took a trip to Lewisville Bridal with MOH Ashley, and got a little closer to finding what I wanted. I tried on probably six or seven dresses. They were very helpful, but they didn’t allow pictures. We got some sneaky shots while the attendant was off looking for belts. It came down to these two.
This is La Sposa “Detalle.” It was REALLY close to what I wanted, and the tulle was to die for. I didn’t think the sweetheart was deep enough, and it wasn’t very flattering in the midsection. I could have had the neckline altered, but that would have been another expense. I’ve lost about ten pounds since this picture, so it might fit better now, but it still wasn’t exactly what I wanted.
I’m really glad now that I look at these pictures that I didn’t choose this one. (I can’t remember the designer) I was still trying to make the folds work. You can’t tell, but the neckline had really cool feather details I was really tempted by. My waist was a little more cinched in this, but the folds were still too toilet paper for me. Dang you, mother, for planting that idea in my head!
A few weeks after this visit, I talked to my grandma about what I should look for. She really encouraged me to get something with lace. When else can you wear full lace than on your wedding day? I had to admit she was right! I added it to my list of ’wants’ for my dress.
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On a last minute whim, my mom and I decided to go dress shopping one Saturday. Lulu’s Bridal in Dallas didn’t take appointments, but we decided to chance it. When we got there, there was a line out the door. While we were waiting, we decided to take a look at the racks…there really wasn’t anything I wanted to try on. We were disappointed, but we were determined not to go home without trying on anything! I decided to try and sweet-talk my way into an appointment at Mockingbird Bridal, and they said if I could get there in the next fifteen minutes, I could slide in. Done and done!
I tried on some really pretty dresses, but I didn’t find anything that really stood out. My mom liked the more old fashioned fabrics, but at this point, all I wanted was tulle. When we were about to leave, I spotted a dress hanging up that another bride had discarded, and I had to try it on. It looked a lot like the Detalle, but better somehow. My consultant slid it over my head, and there she was!
Enzoani Erin–and it was perfect. Well, besides that weird bow on the hip that I had removed. My waist looked tiny, the sweetheart was deep, the lace was perfect, and I was drowning in tulle. The only downside was the price tag…On sale, $1800. My mom, who so far hadn’t really been impressed by anything, declared that this was the one and I needed to go ahead and do this regardless. I couldn’t agree more, and I ran two blocks down the street in the rain to get a cashiers check to pay the 75% deposit. I beamed all the way home, and despite the zillions of dresses I’ve seen in magazines and online, I’ve never regretted my decision!
Just like finding the right man, you see hundreds or thousands, you’ll try on a few, and you might even really, really like some of them… but when you find the one… you just know! And maybe you even find yourself completely emptying your bank account, running through the rain to make it happen.
I probably shouldn’t make this face at parties.
When you found the perfect dress, did you just know? Was it a long journey to find “her”?