So, what do you think? Isn't it amazing?
SIKE. (Remember when people used to say that? Or am I just old??) That dress is definitely NOT my dress. That dress actually tried to eat me alive. I believe this photo captures the moment I realized I was being suffocated by mutant coffee filters and started gasping for air.
I really did find my dress. And I really did find it at the first store* I visited on the first day I went shopping. But it's definitely not that blossoming flower pictured above.
So you wanna hear the story of finding the real dress? Good! Because, let's be honest, I was going to tell it anyway.
Before we left my apartment, The Fiance asked if I'd be coming home with a dress, to which I replied, "Probably not." On the drive over, I realized I was actually nervous that I wouldn't find anything. Not just on this trip but, like, ever. I'm really picky when it comes to clothes and I rarely like how something looks on me. There's a reason I don't do outfit posts. So as the reality of dress shopping sunk in, I realized my biggest fear was that I'd hate everything I tried on.
To make matters worse, I had very clear ideas of what I didn't want but no clue as to what I did want. Romantic and traditional? Modern and chic? Quirky and different? I don't know. I just know I did not want strapless or poofy. It's not that I don't think strapless or poofy is pretty. It's gorgeous, actually. It just didn't feel right for me.
So we walk into the very first store and about 95% of the dresses are either strapless, poofy, or both. Awesome. I found about 3 dresses that fit my criteria. As I'm heading towards the dressing room, my logical lawyerly friend says I should probably try on "at least one" poofy strapless dress just so I can rule it out for sure. I said, "Fine. Pick one for me."
Famous last words. The result was that lampshade you see above. After she got her laughs, I moved on to the 3 dresses that were actual contenders. The first was a lovely Claire Pettibone number with a very Downton Abbey vibe. Which ended up making me look like a flat chested fifty-year old. Again, nothing wrong with that. Just not the look I'm going for.
The second was fine enough. It was a pretty lace frock with cap sleeves. It was actually quite lovely but - and I fully realized this is going to sound weird - it was too white. I know, I know. Who do I think I am? Goldilocks? But something about it just was not working with my skin tone. It was so white it almost had a bluish tint to it. I need a little warmth in my undertones.
I fully accepted that I wouldn't find a dress on that trip. I was even chatting with the consultant about when new shipments come in so I could check back in a few weeks. She suggested I at least give the third one a shot, even though I was having second thoughts about the neckline. When I first put it on, I thought, "Oh... I kinda like this one... " I stepped outside the dressing room to see it in the big mirror. We stared at it for minutes on end, trying to find anything wrong with it. It was perfect. It's absolutely not what I thought I wanted and yet I can't imagine wanting anything else.
I took a full day and a half to think about it and boy, did I think about it. I couldn't stop, actually. I went to other shops and browsed more online but I just could not get it out of my mind. So I went back yesterday morning and brought that little lady home where she belongs. And I may or may not have put it on again when I got home even though it's at least one size too big at the moment . . .
*For those interested, I found the dress at Glamour Closet. I was referred there by two of my future cousins-in-law who both found their dresses there, too. They have locations in LA, SF, and Chicago if you're interested in checking them out. ;)