OMG!!! I bought my dress!! Woohoooooooooo! Ok...now I'll calm down and tell you about it. On a whim I decided to visit a bridal shop on Sunday. I was starting to feel anxious about having to find something off the rack because it’s pretty much too late to order a dress without having to pay rush shipping fees. I drove to Bothell to visit a Princess Bride. I wasn’t sure what to expect because the reviews on this place were pretty mixed. Half warned against even stepping foot into this boutique, and the other half were wonderful reviews. I wanted to visit this place because it is one of only a couple of boutiques that had my “dream” dress--the one I saw in a magazine that I just drooled over but new I would never be able to afford. I just wanted to try it on and part of me hoped I would hate it once I saw it on myself so I could just get it out of my mind. Unfortunately, I loved it. I coveted it. I wanted to marry it. It fit like it was made for me. Ugh!
My consultant suggested every option possible to get me to buy this dress. I was irritated at how she listed every possible family member to ask to contribute to the costs of this dress and then kept hinting to put it on my credit card. I was very clear about my budget. I tried to ignore her rudeness towards my little budget, and just kept on trying different dresses. We finally got to the last one after not liking any of the others I tried after my dream dress. At this point I was irritated, sweating, and just wanted to get out of there...but BAM! This was it! It fit great and was 1/2 off! Not only that, my consultant suggested a few ways to alter the dress to make it look very similar to my dream dress (it was her only redeeming quality). So after only a weekend of dress shopping, I have dress in hand and a huge smile on my face. Next task...find a brilliant seamstress.