I couldn’t wait for Kleinfeld’s. Or my mum. Or anyone for that matter. I was itching to try on a wedding dress.
Basically, I have what I want as my wedding dress picked out. But I feel that as a bride, I should take advantage of this one time in my life when I can spend hours trying on dresses and drinking champagne. I also feel that what I think will look good and what will actually look good are two different things.
I am on a mission to try on as many styles of dresses as possible.
First stop: Harrods. Now I appeased my culture/I am-in-London-go to-a-museum side first by heading to the Victoria Albert museum. It was great.
I rushed out, pleased with my cultural self, and popped in to Harrods for a quick look. When I went to school five years ago in London, a friend and I had peeked in to the bridal department then. I had spotted the most beautiful gowns. I vowed to go back when I was engaged.
Ta da! Now I am! And they NO LONGER carry that Italian designer! BOO! For the life of me, I can’t remember his name.
Whatever. I decided to check these Spanish duds out. There was a sale. Like 80% sale. How awesome would it be to find a dress at Harrods for $500?!!! Too bad they were all ugly.
I did spot a dress that on the hanger appeared to have a bustle. Something I would like to explore as I have a thing for Edwardian/Victorian England.
I was guided into a huge ‘princess’ room where the girl stayed inside with me. Ick, first thing I don’t like about wedding dress shopping. I hate people watching me get out of my boots. It’s sooooo unflattering. Then I stepped into this dress that had about 2000 yards of fabric. It was ridiculous!!
Once I was in, she strapped me in good and tight. The dress weighed about 30 pounds. One look in the mirror and I knew. This was not my dress.
I was sort of disappointed. I thought I would at least have the ‘oh wow, I am a bride’ moment. But all I could think in my head was that I looked like a giant, pale meringue.
Meh. That was the first one. I think I will try on one more ball gown just to verify that I am not going to be a puffy bride.
Also: where are the pink dresses!?