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Jenn from Jefferson Valley, NY writes:
I’ve got The Guy. I’ve got The Ring. We’ve got The Place and The Date! What’s next? The Dress!
In the fall after I got engaged I had a conversation with an acquaintance about her upcoming May wedding. She’d just found her dress and was very excited about it. She told me all about all the shops she’d already been to and about the boutique where she finally found her dress. I gently asked about the price range of the boutique and she said, “Oh my dress wasn’t very expensive. It was only $3,000.”
GULP!
Three THOUSAND?! Dollars?!
I will freely admit to anyone who cares that I’m, well, cheap and spending large amounts of money freaks me out. It’s not that I won’t happily pay for quality, it’s just that I’m more likely to shop around until I’m satisfied that I’ve found the best deal. The idea of spending THOUSANDS of dollars on a dress that I’m gonna wear once – maybe twice if I don’t like the pictures– is paralyzing. I already knew how much money I had to spend on the whole event and wasn’t counting on spending thousands of dollars on a dress. I was beginning to panic.
The following day, I called David’s Bridal and made an appointment to try on dresses. My maid of honor (MOH), sister in law (SIL) and I spent the next few days bookmarking dresses and writing down style numbers. My mother, future mother in law, MOH and I went, armed with our lists, to the appointment.
I’m not much of a girlie-girl. I generally exist in jeans and loafers or boots. I have very little fashion sense and frankly, I don’t care. But this was of the few times in my life I wished I had some feel for how dresses look on me. The dresses I picked out looked absolutely awful. Without exception. Every single one. It was becoming a depressing experience.
After about 6 or 7 dresses from my list I asked the woman helping me if she had any ideas for dresses that might look better on me. We talked a bit more about what I liked and didn’t like about the dresses I’d already tried on and she came back with a few more dresses to try.
Three dresses later I came out of the dressing room in a dress that I kinda thought looked good; I caught the look in my MOH’s eye and knew it was the right one. Halleluiah! There is a dress!
After about 15 or so minutes of turning this way and that and putting the straps on and taking the straps off I finally took a deep breath and checked the price tag.
I’m tellin’ how much the dress was, but I will tell that it was on sale and with the alterations that it’ll need for length and bust the entire price tag will be below $700! Yipppeeeee!!
But I still need shoes. I was planning on wearing Keds, but I’ve been voted down by my MOH – she’s the one who’s actually in charge of dressing me no matter what I think.
We took a day off earlier this month and headed into NYC to look for sparkly flat sandals and the right undergarments for the dress. Our first stop in the City was to a lingerie shop where I was measured a fitted for a long line corset bra. It was a LOT more that I expected to pay for a bra (remember, I’m cheap) but considering the personal attention and how GOOD my boobs looked I handed over the cash. I suffered a bit of shell shock for the rest of the day, but I’m over it now.
We didn’t find The Shoes. We’re still looking for them. Sparkly, flat sandals – with or without a hint of red – are hard to find in February in NYC. But, we still have hope. If you see any in a size 7.5 or 8, let me know would ya?
Thanks!
-Jenn
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