That’s right, I’ve got the man of my dreams, who proposed to me with a ring more gorgeous than anything I could dream of, and now I have the dress I thought only existed in my head.
Record scratch…WHAT? I have almost two years until I officially say I do (though, let’s be honest, in my head, he’s already my hubby) how the heck do I have a wedding dress already?
It’s kind of a long story, but then again it’s not. It’s definitely a two glasses of wine story because I cannot believe how this all worked out.
Wait, I Can Look at Dresses for Me Now?
Let me confess, though I’m not someone who has doted on my princess fairy tale wedding day, I have fallen in love with the saga of finding a wedding dress. When I first lived on my own, I did not have cable, but I did have access to Netflix. I do not like shows that stress me out (think 24, Prison Break, Breaking Bad, CSI). I like shows that are a sweet little superficial escape. Say Yes to the Dress was this escape. Every episode for seven seasons and counting. When Boyface and I make wagers, “a week without knowing the Say Yes to the Dress exists” is a common plea. I can’t say that I’ve always watched the show with any intention of finding what I like. I’ve always liked that the show celebrates a joyous occasion and though there may be some conflict, it’s almost always resolved at the end and every bride lives happily ever after.
It wasn’t until he “put a ring on it” that I started asking myself when I watched, “would I wear that?” Though I had never tried on a dress before, the countless episodes I watched made me feel like I had.
Finally, a bride-to-be tried on a dress that had me on my computer without a second thought, searching for the episode and for that designer and dress. I had to get pretty crafty. Though the episode page had a picture of the dress, there was no designer or name of the dress. So what would any girl do? I reverse picture searched that damn dress and found the designer, Rivini, and the price, over $8,000.
I’m not really interested in going into my budget here but it’s safe to say that $8,000 dollars for a dress I will (sadly) wear once is a tad out of my budget. Just a smidge. Just a freakin’ hair. We set our budget with some priorities, the first of which being fun and the dress just isn’t the highest on the “contributing to the fun factor” list. Seeing that price tag took the apple out of my pie and I was left to wonder if I had ruined myself.
Flash forward a few weeks- I don’t even remember why I was looking but I remember the minute I saw it; the dress that made my heart flutter. It was scarily reminiscent of the Rivini. Despite being much more “reasonably” priced, it was still about twice what I had budgeted for. I’m not even sure why, but I went to the check to see if the dress was somewhere…somewhere I never thought I’d look for a dress.
This is where I thought I would hesitate to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth for the first time in the “hey, I’m getting married!” process.
I just checked, just in case, if the dress was on Tradesy.com. I don’t remember who told me about it but I’ve known a few brides now that either got their dresses second hand or wish they had explored that option. How crazy is it to spend such an exorbitant amount on a garment you wear but once?
Despite almost falling out of my chair, there it was, in a size that would probably be the size I would wear in a wedding dress and at less than half of the original price aka. in my budget. I quickly sent the seller a message to ask if it was available, if there had been any alterations, etc. Then…I heard…nothing. Nothing for weeks.
Until I randomly checked my spam box in an effort to lower the amount of space I’m taking up in Google world, she had replied, and I hadn’t seen it because it had been filtered! My heart sunk for a dress I hadn’t even tried on yet. I sent a white flag of a message to her, just to see…if maybe, just perhaps, this dress was still around.
She replied and it was! (I also noticed the price had been lowered just a little bit.) The time to act was now and this was last Thursday. I called a local bridal salon (is that the proper term?) that had the dress and made an appointment to try it on Saturday at 10 a.m. The girl did offer to let me come try this particular dress but seeing that she is in Chicago, the logistics would have been tricky. I also see it as a sign, as the groom is from Chicago! I rallied the troops and by troops I mean my Gram, my Aunt Carol, and one of my best girlfriends Karla. The only family possibly missing were my mother dearest who had to work, my little sister, who was in Vegas, poor thing, my mother-in-law, and my future sister, who I imagine would both be two of the most supportive people to have around while trying on dresses. I think it’s okay that they weren’t able to attend because there is still so much more wedding crap to come and it’s better that they don’t get sick of it now.
Trying Dresses On
Quickly, it was Saturday morning I was en route to my Gram’s, heels in my purse, and ready to get my dress-trying-on on. My girlfriend, Karla, kept the conversation rolling as I dived into dress after dress. That’s right, if I was doing it, I was going all out. And they really make you dive into it, really. Like, the consultant holds up the dress and you put your hands up like you’re diving into ball of lace, chiffon, and beading.
I didn’t want to try “the dress” on first. In fact, I tried two on before I couldn’t stand it anymore and needed to have “the dress” on my body. Once I had it on, there was just no way that everyone else would like it as much as I did…except, they did! For fun, I tried on a few more dresses, poofy, princess dresses that looked stunning but just weren’t me. I simply couldn’t get wait to get back “the dress” and once I was, I was completely and utterly smitten. Though I will say, I did try on a sassy birdcage veil because I always thought that’s what I’d wear and no…just no. It was awful on me and I’m so I’m glad I tried that on and got it out of my system.
Do I Pull the Trigger?
So now what? I could resist fate no longer and ordered the dress from online. This was an utterly terrifying decision. I’m a big believer in, “if it seems too good to be true, than it is” and this was dangerously close to falling in that category. I can happily say that the dress arrived safely today and is everything I wanted it to be and more. By more, I mean there have been a few modifications made already that I would’ve had done anyway- such as putting in a built-in bra (we were the same cup size!) and the ability to bustle it so I can get mad dancing on.
Are you wondering if I tried it on the minute I got home from work today? Because if you are, you do NOT know me. The minute hubby left for a work dinner I was cautiously opening the box and then quickly shimmying into the dress while listening to M83. What a good moment. I do not recommend putting a wedding dress on oneself but with a proper amount of jumping up and down, it can be done.
I Bet You Want to Know What it Looks Like
I would love nothing more than to share all sorts of pictures and details about the dress but unfortunately the guy who is making an honest woman out of me checks out this site once in a while. Probably just to make sure I’m not unveiling any of his deep dark secrets (I’m pretty sure he would eat eggs three times a day if he could, shh) so I can only let you in on what I’m told him my dress is like:
- How do you feel about wedding pant suits?
- How gorgeous am I going to look in scarlet red on our wedding day?
- Tie dye is just so us!
Again, apologies for typos, poor grammar, and missed words because sometimes I get so excited my brain speaks faster than I can type. I’m not going to blame anything on this third glass of wine, but I’m just saying, third glass of wine.