So. Dress shopping. Wow. I was expecting days and weeks of searching for the perfect dress. This morning, my two bff's and I ventured out to battle the bridal boutiques. The first one we started at was a mixture of horrific bridesmaid dresses and matronly mother of the bride outfits on the first floor, and a secretive den of wedding dresses above. We arrived without an appointment but luck was with us. We could get in in half an hour. We perused the bottom floor, recoiled in horror at the things we saw, and basically did what we do best. Which would be judging others.
We were called upstairs to the "showroom" where we met our consultant and were overwhelmed with a plethora of dresses. She asked what I liked and basically I said, "Nothing white (because really, who are we kidding?) and nothing puffy." This last was met with groans from my bridal party, as they both enjoy a nice poofy "cupcake" dress.
A couple of not so great dresses were brought out, I donned them and just as quickly removed them. The next was one I was interested in. Champagne in colour, lacy but not obscene, subtle A-line skirt. Delightful. I put it on. Even more delightful. It went on the "maybe" list. The consultant brought out another in the same colour. I wasn't sure about it when I saw it. I put it on. It was FABULOUS. I wore it around. The other bridal party upstairs gave it three thumbs up. I asked for a couple more. Including a poofy one to appease the angry mob. I tried on three more. I disliked them all. I had already made my decision. One shop. Four dresses. Painless.
If you are interested in seeing my WEDDING DRESS you may click here to see it. Mine will be "Ivory & Champagne lace over Ivory with Mocha sash".
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