Happy Friday everyone, and welcome (nearly) to the weekend! I don’t know about you but...
Today I’m delighted to welcome back Louise to the blog. Last time Louise gave us her views on wedding fairs, today it is all about finding THE dress! So much emphasis is placed on finding the right dress, the stress that it can put some brides under is crazy, I have known one bride try on 86 different dresses and still not be able to find the one! Today Louise talks about her wedding dress ‘experience’ how much she was dreading it and how it actually turned out. Did she find her dress? well read on to find out!
It’s almost 6 months to our wedding (not that I’m counting or anything ;-)) and I have finally chosen my dress! This made me far more excited that I ever thought I would be.
I know that some women have chosen their dress before the venue but I was quite ambivalent about it; it certainly wasn’t because I don’t like clothes, that I don’t like dresses; on the contrary – I love nothing more than getting dressed up but the thought of going into a bridal shop gave me the fear. I know that the pressure of finding a dress that would forever be engrained of our memories of the day got to me, I didn’t want to place loads of importance on such a shallow trifle when the most important aspect of the day was us actually getting married. But truth be told, as I’m far from being a sample size 10 – the thought of trying any dress on in a bridal shop scared me; what if I got stuck in the dress?; what if none of them fit me?; what if the women were horrible? I pulled myself together and thought sensibly – Chris asked me to marry me because of me, not because of how I’d look in a frilly dress so I thought ‘No pressure, I’ll get a dress from the high street or I’ll get one made; no pressure’ . Cue loads of pressure. So I put off looking for a dress for a few months.
Then December came round and my reading of wedding forums began to scare me – ‘You need to order your dress 9 months in advance’ – time was ticking on. A visit from my mum, sister and niece (we come as a pack) spurred me into booking an appointment at Blissful Daze here in Sheffield. And to be frank, I was worried. I’d seen gorgeous dresses in the window of the shop, I walk pass daily on my way to work but you know, most things look good in a size 8. So along we went. I suppose I’m quite decisive in that I know what I like, I sort of knew what style of dress I wanted and I know what suits me but everyone kept saying ‘ You need to try all different styles on’ – I felt like stamping my foot and saying ‘But I don’t want to!!’
Photo Source: Sparkly bodice dress from Collette Dinnigan/ 50s style couple (Photo byLisa Devine) / Lace knee lenght from Monsoon / Dress hanging up (Photo by Plum Jam Photography) / Bride and groom (Photo by Nine Photos) / Dress with sheer top and glitter belt from Coast
As soon as we got to the shop, the staff were lovely and welcoming – showing us upstairs, offering us drinks. There was no-one else in the shop and their attention was on us for the whole time we were there – so about an hour. I did voice my concerns about getting stuck in the dresses but my fears were allayed by Julie; and I got on with the job of trying on dresses. And to be fair, before I’d actually gone through the process I assuming that staff in bridal shops just helped you get the dress on and that was that but I was handed shoes; accessories and they really changed the way we thought about the dresses. You can see why they cost such a lot of money; the lace, the fabric, just sheer workmanship that goes into them. And I did try on one that I wouldn’t have ever bought but by that point I was in heaven with all the lace and tulle; there was no stopping me. At the end of the hour, I think I knew then that I’d found the dress. But being ever sensible decided to think about a while longer. And think about it I did, and looked at it online almost hourly and after a flurry of emails from my sister telling me to buy it, a few days later; deposit was paid and the dress was mine. Roll on June and my first fitting!
What’s your experience been like whilst dress shopping? Was it something that you enjoyed or did the pressure get to you too?