It has been awhile since I have gone wedding dress shopping. Actually when I decided to get married, I had an idea already about what type of dress I wanted and didn’t actually go looking. Rather I went to a dress maker with a collage of pictures; we collaborated together on my ideas. She then made me a calico sample and then we decided what needed altering before she made the wedding dress in a white dupion silk with black detailing.
Would I wear this now – absolutely not. I never suited hats and still don’t, but am pleased to say that I did try the dress on last month, which would have been my wedding anniversary and fitted it with ease; so some things haven’t changed, even if the husband is now with another. But that is another story!!
My trip down memory lane started with my niece getting engaged last month and as honorary ‘mother of the bride’ we went looking for wedding dresses last weekend. When out walking one balmy summer’s evening I found a bridal store that from the outside-in looked to have styles and accessories that I thought my niece might like. As you do now, I booked an appointment on-line, was advised by email there was a cost which included a personal stylist, and counted down the days. It was a wait of 3 weeks for a Saturday appointment.
Perhaps my expectations were too high (it was Valentine’s Day and love was in the air)? but the whole experience didn’t live up to what I had expected. We walked in, all excited. My first thought was how pretty the shop looked, but where was the dressing room? It was one big open space with a small half-circle curtained area.
There was no hiding from the public who just wandered on in and around us while the bride-to-be was trying on dresses; one lady couldn’t decide between three fascinators! I also expected we would be offered a drink of water or tea in a bone-china cup. Our appointment was for 1.5 hours and it was a hot summers day. My niece would often have to ask for help as the stylist was busy attending to other people in the store. Given the stylist wasn’t much older than my niece, I didn’t feel she had a wealth of experience. This was affirmed with the first dress, caftan style which didn’t look good, however the two assistants both oohed and ahhed at how beautiful she looked.
We are off to another bridal store this weekend, so fingers crossed a better experience.