Today, my friends, I am here to share with you the untold tale (to most) about how my wedding dress FELL APART and I was left to pick a new one just seven weeks before my big day.
Let me start from the beginning. I got engaged in May 2012. I waited until February 9, 2013 to go shopping for my wedding dress and I went to good ol' David's Bridal. My mom, brother, and a number of my maids were there as I tried on a number of different looks. In the end, I went with the dress on the left! The lace cap sleeves were to die for and the train was GORGEOUS. Not to mention it fell perfectly under our dress budget.
Fast forward to October. After having spoken to our photographer, I booked a pre-wedding photo shoot for the purposes of a wedding day gift for my mom. I got my hair done, got all dolled up, and we made our way to Unity Village in Lee's Summit, MO for a photo shoot. I mentioned to everyone that I felt like the dress didn't feel or fit the same way it had when I tried it on in the store, but I figured maybe I'd just gained a couple pounds and that was why.
While we were taking pictures, I noticed that the right side seam of the dress was loosening. Of course, I panicked and had my mom come over to look. She saw the problem I'd discovered, said we should finish the shoot, and that she would call first thing Monday to the store's alterations department. By the end of the day I was unhappy and didn't feel pretty in my wedding dress. Not how you want to feel as a bride three months before your wedding. When my mom spoke with the store on Monday, they told us they would of course fix this problem, but it would be easier to do it when I came in for my alterations fitting in November. Perfect.
On November 9th, I had a morning alterations appointment because one of my very best friends was getting married. The plan was to get in, get pinned, and leave to watch Ryan and Samantha get married. Easy peasy. Well... that's now exactly how it turned out. When I got to David's Bridal with my mom, we went back to the alterations department for my appointment. I put on the dress, and to my horror, it still didn't fit correctly. I had even been dieting and lost close to ten pounds. This couldn't be right.
This was when the woman working in the alterations department took a closer look at my dress, the seams, and the fabric left in the dress to try to fix everything. She deemed my dress defective. DEFECTIVE. My wedding dress, meant to be worn in SEVEN WEEKS, was DEFECTIVE. They didn't have the dress in my size in store. It wouldn't be here in time if they ordered it.
I had to find a new wedding dress.
Cue the hysterical crying. Literally, sobbing in the dressing room, getting snot everywhere, giving the brides in the show room a concert, CRYING. My mom called Stacey while our alterations woman found the store manager. The manager came running after the situation was explained. She assured me that we would make this work. She brought me kleenex and a gown catalogue while she went and pulled a few dresses to find a jumping off point. I could not believe I was starting this process all over again.
In the catalogue I found a couple dresses that I knew I had to try on. One floral beauty and one subtly polka-dotted number. She pulled those and a few others and we were off. I found two I loved and tried them both on twice before deciding on the gown I chose.
I chose the dress I did because I felt like a bride in it. I felt like I had curves, but still looked pretty, I loved the cut and design, and IT HAD POCKETS. In the end, I felt better in this dress than I ever did in my original dress, leading me to believe that this awful experience was God's way of telling me that I needed to pick a dress for ME and not because everyone else loved it for me.
My wedding day was more than I ever could have possibly imagined it. I felt gorgeous and I even wore a veil when I swore I never would. I had the perfect dress and I got to marry the perfect guy.
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