I’ve come to realize that when people get engaged, the first thing women start researching is their dress. The fact that I’ve put this off until the very last minute makes me an alien bride. Or, maybe a Klingon. Ka plah plah!
This was easily the most painful part of the wedding process so far. Did you know that most wedding salons carry one sample of each dress and that it’s a size 8? And did you also know that a size 8 in wedding-ese means that it’s a size 4 in normal dress sizes? I think my thigh might fit into a pair of size 4 jeans, but the rest of me, not so sure about that.
I went to one wedding salon that carried boatloads of size 8 dresses and I got naked in a room with a woman who helped me leap into 35-pound dresses. I did end up finding a very pretty dress that I almost thought was THE ONE. But, I couldn’t really commit to a dress that couldn’t zip up in the back. Maybe I’m lacking imagination, but I just couldn’t really see what I would really look like in the dress. Pretty, huh?

The next and last place I went to is the mecca of all bridal salons: Kleinfeld’s. You have to make an appointment weeks and weeks in advance and you have to give them your credit card number. If you don’t show up, they can charge you $50 for wasting their time. Nice.
So, once again I got naked in a room with a woman (Lea) who helped me leap into 35-pound dresses. But these dresses definitely cost a heckuvalot more per pound. I had this vision–portrait neckline, fitted at the waist, ivory satin, not too much sparkle, off-the-shoulder–and I tried on dress after dress that fit this picture. None of them worked. Before bursting into tears out of frustration, Lea convinced me to try on a dress in a specific style that–before we even started putting dresses on–I stated was on my DO NOT PLAY list. At this point, almost 2 hours later, I was desperate and was willing to try on anything.
THIS was the dress. And I DO NOT have a picture of me in it. Apparently I was so excited and intoxicated that the camera in my purse got absolutely no action. Yes, I’m a dork. I plan on going back to try it on again and have someone take my picture. I even have a volunteer already! (Thanks, Ellen!)
So, once again, I popped open a vein and signed another piece of paper. (I think I might be establishing a theme here.)