after trying on certain styles and shapes and really wanting to try on a dress before i committed to ordering it, i got on the ball. knowing i would be in mn in less than a week, i thought, hey, maybe this dress is somewhere there, so i could try it on... i called up the wedding shoppe on grand avenue in st. paul to see if maybe, just maybe, they had the dress from the catalogue. sure enough, i'm in luck! this dress is so beautiful. dropped waist, layers upon layers of curled organza, a slight train... oh, forgetaboutit, here:
fast forward a week and a half...
i'm so in love with everything about this dress - except - (and this is a big one) how it looked on me! i can't believe i'm gonna say this, but i was very, very underwhelmed. it just hung on me. i was obviously trying on a sample that had been used and abused. the corset loops were ripped off here and there, so the lady couldn't get it tight enough on me. the skirt wasn't nearly as full as i imagined it or thought it would be, like in the picture. so overall, i was totally let down and confused. here, i had been obsessing over this dress, peeking at it on a weekly basis (for months), sent the link to my moms and a few girlfriends, and now, i was on the hunt again. wedding shoppe 2 annie 0
see, way back in the day, close to 10 years ago now, i was engaged to a schlub. hindsight, i was WAY more excited about the ring and the thought of a dress than i was about anything else. first of many blazing red flags. but anyway, i had tried on a dress at the wedding shoppe. from whatever my descriptions about what i wanted to look like were, the lady pulled some dresses and away went my ordinary, boring clothes.
the first dress i tried on was a stunner. vera wang. tulle. lots of tulle. simple sparkle and champagne satin. the one. this dress was it. i don't even remember if i tried on any more. i really can't remember. but i do remember how i felt and how my mom looked at me. how the tears streamed down my face. i felt radiant and weightless, despite the extremely full slip with extra extra EXTRA crinoline. my mom paid for the dress on the spot, and within the week, i was single. so goodbye to the dress but hello to a better me, a better life.
maybe the organza dress was fine, but i didn't get THAT feeling. i wasn't overjoyed and giddy. i was frustrated and let down. i guess i need to have that feeling again.
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