Apparently, I had a very common experience that brides when they first see *their* dress have. I had been thinking about this dress since I ordered it (which, if you remember, was
months ago). Which gave me plenty of time to second guess my decision and wonder what-the-heck I was thinking when I ordered it. Which led me to peruse more dresses online with absolutely no intention of changing what I was wearing. Needless to say, it led to many confusing moments.
When I finally got the call that my dress was in and went to see it, things didn't improve. It didn't help that the dress was
so wrinkled when I put it on that it was almost unrecognizable from the sample. It seemed a
little snug in the ribcage area (which I later found out was because she had put the built-in corset on the tightest hook...they tried to talk me into taking it in at my first fitting but I was not having it!) and it just hugged my body in a way that I didn't feel was flattering. I just remembered feeling so
in love with this dress, and now I felt awful in it! I had probably the closest I've come to a bridezilla moment before making my consultant reassure me approximately ten times that whatever it was could be altered; that the top could be taken out, the hips could be taken in, and the dress would look much better once it had actually been pressed.
This is SUCH an unflattering picture, but it pretty much encapsulates how I was feeling that day. You can tell I can't breathe and Jennifer and Jon look a little bit scared of my impending bridezilla wrath.
A couple of weeks later, I returned to the salon for my first official fitting. It was kind of an odd day, as my mom had to rush to West Virginia to be with my grandmother who had a heart attack the day prior. I was bummed, but bridesmaid extraordinaires Kristi and Amber were able to meet me at the salon, which I was
so thankful for. (My grandmother later underwent quadruple bypass surgery, and is currently doing much better...definitely a crazy and scary time!) Once I met the seamstress and we began talking, things started to look up! To start, the seamstress didn't hook the corset as tight as it could go, which actually made me feel like I could breathe. Once she started pinning the dress, I could see it actually become
mine. I could finally almost picture what it would look like fitted to
my body. It made my freakout seem a little silly in retrospect. She showed me a couple of bustle options, and we all agreed on the best option.
My final fitting is May 19th, and it can't come soon enough! Especially since I totally forgot to document the first fitting in pictures. I hope my case of the Dress Blahs has been officially cured. :)
