I hate shopping for clothes. I think I have terrible taste in clothing. I take every opportunity possible to let other people choose my clothes for me. My lovely friend Jo is an assistant manager for a major department store chain and she is excellent at helping me with this. My mother has a lovely sense of style and is also an excellent seamstress. I missed that gene.
I can find a heck of a deal, though. I'm one of those people who thinks that paying full price is a horrible thing. I almost never buy anything, especially clothing, that isn't on sale. Jo tries to break me of that on a regular basis.
All that to say that I was not looking forward to shopping for a wedding dress. I'm pretty sure that makes me a defective girl. All you ever hear about is how women are soooooooo excited to go try on DRESSES!!! O.M.G!!! I, on the other hand, almost dreaded it. But, I kept telling myself that it could be fun. Women have fun doing this for a reason, right?
So, I gathered up my Mama, my Brother (who was my man of honor and took his job very seriously by manning the camera), Jo, and my friend Katie and headed to the dress shop. I had told my mom that I was trying on dresses to see what I liked so she could make the dress, which did not elicit the response I had anticipated--she seemed freaked. With this in mind, we began.
My helper lady who's name I can't recall at this moment was pretty awesome, and I think I tried on about 25 dresses. No, really. It took 3-3 1/2 hours. I had bursts of fun. Mostly, I just viewed it as a job. But I was surprised that it wasn't a completely distasteful job. I enjoyed it in spite of myself. And they broke me down.
Initially, I had not intention of the strapless dress. But, once I started trying the dresses on, it was kind of like, "Hey, why not? Let's give it a shot!" Gateway drug mentality.
Eventually, I started trying on whatever they put in front of me (I only pulled the Bride Card on one dress, a mermaid-style dress. That wasn't happening).
Then, I walked by one and said, "Hey, I'll try that one on." I had seen it on the way in and thought it looked antique-y, but really fussy. By the time I'd tried on so many, it wasn't so bad. Apparently, it was the one my Mama pointed at on the way in and said to my brother, "She will NEVER try that one on."
Guess which one I picked?
Of course, my Mama wanted to make sure that I would be comfortable in the dress for the duration of the wedding day. So, she told me to dance in it. I obliged.
I don't know if embedding this video is going to work or not, but I'll try ;-)
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After purchasing the dress, we walked across the parking lot and ate giant hamburgers. I decided that losing weight in five months was not something I was going to worry about--I had enough to do ;-)
And now you know way too much about my shopping habits. But it was a successful trip!
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