So, this weekend I went for my second round of wedding dress shopping.
We started out at a small boutique that specializes in vintage wedding dresses. It started out pretty unsuccessfully and once again, nothing was zipping up. And then, we found one that did.
And it is beautiful. The friends loved it, and it is actually in my price range (even with the alterations). We left, knowing that we had probably found the dress, because we had another appointment.
And the shopping (and drinking) continued.
We went to the second boutique, and as we waited for a few of my friends to show up, we tried on a few dresses and then I plopped down in my mint green tights and a pink bra and just started drinking mimosas happily chatting with my friends. It was a sight, I am sure.
And we found a dress - my friends were in love with it - but I thought I better ask how much it was seeing as the dresses mysteriously had no tags.
And, it was three times my budget. The other dresses on the rack (this rack above) that I had yet to try on were three to five times my budget.
And, I lost it. I started crying. I think it was a combination of the champagne, me just being a cryer (let's be real), and the fact that I was embarrassed. I told the salesgal that there was no point in trying on the rest of the dresses because they were that much out of my price range. I put on my clothes, wiped away my tears, packed up the mimosa supplies, and we told my friends to not even bother coming there, and just meet us at a local pub.
I called Cayla on the way - sobbing - saying that I was embarrassed and sad and that I would never find a dress. She told me that even if my dream dress cost a million dollars, then so be it, we would pay a million dollars and make it work. (And this is why I am marrying her.)
A few drinks later, I felt a lot better about life and the wedding dress situation. My lady loves made me laugh and we had a great afternoon. We all went back to our house to drink more mimosas (my friends had gotten babysitters so no one wanted this lady date to end).
When we got there, I said I had a few dresses in my closet that might work for the bridesmaids, and they wanted to see them. When I brought one out, they told me I needed to try it on.
When I walked out, they all got quiet and said: That's the dress.
I found my wedding dress in my closet.
|This photo is pure joy. Shot at our dear friends' wedding. This photographer is also doing our wedding. She's amazing.|
I am still thinking about the vintage 1950s dress from the boutique...It's down to the vintage dress in my closet and that one. But I have not only found the dress, I've found two.
Now, to pick which one!