After work on Tuesday, Christie & I decided to grab a bottle of champagne (Cook's Spumanti on my MOH (Ashley)'s expert recommendation- yum!) and go to the boutique for a little browsing. I grabbed 4 dresses and headed off to the fitting room. The second dress I tried on was an ivory Allure gown with gold beading and a cathedral train with uplifts. It fit perfectly and was absolutely gorgeous, and thus Christie & I immediately thought we had found the dress. I tried on a few more (including a gag worthy mermaid style) but without much luck. I slipped back into the Allure and stood staring at myself in the full length mirrors of the boutique. The salesgirl gave me a veil to try on and swarovski crystal jewelry to complete the look. Utterly fascinated by the whole experience, and more than a little emotion-raddled, I ended up buying the dress after a hard sale by the storekeepers about how the dress would probably be gone if I didn't buy it that instant. Before the ink was even dry on the credit card receipt, the buyer's remorse hit hard.
And continued on the entire week. By Friday I was having a mini-panic attack at work. Christie, being a devoted friend & bridesmaid, convinced me to go try on a few more dresses this weekend to convince myself that I had made the right decision in snatching up the Allure. We made plans to visit Alfred Angelo this morning to try on dresses. The decision to go to Alfred Angelo was no random choice. I had been eyeing an Alfred Angelo gown in their Sapphire collection since browsing my first bridal magazine. I decided I had to try on the gown or else be forever haunted by its memory.
We arrived at Alfred Angelo at 10 AM this morning, ready for part II of the dress saga, but not really prepared for the drama to come. The saleslady pulled out several dresses for me to try, including my beautiful Sapphire. We saved it for last, and I was feeling pretty confident about the Allure gown as we ran through the others. Finally, I tried *it* on. Immediately after putting the dress on and walking out into the salon, I burst into tears. This was it. This was the dress. And I'd bought the wrong one.
I stayed in the dress for over an hour, deliberating with Christie on what to do. I called my mom, I called my MOH, we took multiple pictures, and finally I drug myself out if to go contemplate over lunch. I showed the pictures to everyone (excluding Daniel of course) and the consensus was that it was *my* dress. I resigned myself to going back to Alfred Angelo and ordering it (style 758, diamond white, silver beading, cathedral train with uplifts). I also ordered the matching diamond white veil (since my previous one is in ivory). We're hoping to sell the other dress online, or at a consignment store if all else fails. All in all, I'm happy now that I have the perfect dress, but feeling a bit silly about the whole ordeal. I guess life is full of mistakes, and I just have to learn from mine...
On a happier note, here are some pictures of me in the dress I will be wearing when I marry the love of my life :)
You look absolutely gorgeous, and made the right decision in buying your dream gown. Daniel will be so proud when he sees you!!
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