This might be the wrong place to say this but.. isn’t it incredibly stupid that I would let something like a dress make me completely insane? You guys know what I mean, right?
What am I saying. Of course you do. And that’s why I heart the hive.
Going back to looking for a dress I could wear to the banquet…
I shopped. Everywhere. All the formal dresses that were within my price range was made out of chiffon and that felt totally wrong for an evening affair. And anything that was made of a heavier material wasn’t formal enough (is it just me or are stores saturated with short prom dresses? Is that a thing these days? I’m so out of touch.). The more I looked, the more worried I became that I wasn’t going to find anything. I started having anxiety nightmares where I showed up in jeans, clutching a pile of hideous dresses. In my waking hours, I had 20 tabs open on my web browser, all on different clothing stores.
Finally, I decided that I was DONE.
This was it, I couldn’t shop anymore and decided to move on. Stop thinking about it altogether. It was causing needless stress and it was just a piece of CLOTHING, people. Really. I would just stop looking for a while and then hope for the best.
About a month later, Mr. Crepe and I were at the church to measure the reception area and on the way out, we popped into the little dress shop a block away. The owner asked me if I was looking for something in particular and I took a deep breath and it all came tumbling out of my face…
“I’m having a banquet reception and am looking for something in a satin or a similar fabric, and I would love for it to be formal, the most formal thing you have. If it came in red, that would be amazing but if not, that’s ok too, I don’t know, trying to keep an open mind, I’m just having so much trouble finding a dress that isn’t chiffon and for daytime…”
The sweet lady patted my hand and said, in her adorable eastern European accent, “I have just the dress.”
Before I had to say anything, Mr. Crepe nodded and turned to the owner of the shop. “Yes, that’s it, that’s the one.” Paused, looked at me, nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, that’s it. Sold!” What a cutie.
A couple months later, I was back in Nashville on another planning trip and the dress was in!! This time, he wanted to be in the photo too.
It needs a couple of alterations but I think I can safely say we’re both pretty happy about this choice! It was so much easier buying the dress with the mister that I almost wish I bought my wedding dress with him too, even if it would have ruined the surprise. The whole process was a breeze—no pressure, no anxiety, just fun.
Did you go dress shopping with your significant other?