Friday, April 30, 2010

Sometimes you just know...

Before I talk about my David's Bridal experience, I must say two things: (1) I have the most wonderful GSCNC friends. Seriously, I work with the most amazing girls in the entire world.  They are so incredible, so beautiful and so generous.  They never cease to amaze me with their kindness and compassion. I have said it before and I will say it again, I am the luckiest girl in the world.  (2) My Maid-of-Honor is the best Maid-of-Honor in the history of weddings.  She is a little crazy and a little eccentric, but absolutely wonderful and I would be absolutely lost without her.  
 -Hadley and me-
Now that I have had a weird and obscenely emotional, estrogen charged girly moment and gushed about my wonderful friends, I will share about my DB experience.  I promise not to have too many more of those in the future -- however, you'll be surprised to know, I am human, and those moments happen to the best of us.

Sunday when the party had really ended and all of our friends had gone home, I had less than an hour to get showered and get to David's Bridal to meet Hadley by 2:15.  FYI: I succeeded.  It's true, I am amazing.  It's ok, you can say it, I even amaze myself sometimes...  It only took me like 9 minutes to get to David's Bridal, not too shabby.  In fact, I got there before Hadley got there.  So I went inside and I started to fill out the paperwork.  You know the who are you, who are you marrying, when is the wedding, what are you looking for in a dress paperwork.  It was at this point where I got butterflies and thought I was going to ralph... or maybe that was because I was a little bit hungover... Either way, I was so excited to be there and so excited to try dresses on.  Hadley got there and gave me a card from our friends at work, Lisa and her.  The waterworks started -- it was WAY to early for that but I was just so touched by how wonderful my friends are.

Linda, my bridal consultant, came over and introduced herself to Hadley (since she and I had already met) and the three of us went over to tackle the wedding dresses.  We pulled dresses that I thought I liked and dresses Hadley thought she liked and dresses I had thought I liked 8 months ago.  Yes, I know that was before I was engaged... whatever -- don't judge me, it's not like I didn't know Brandon and I were going to get married - let's be serious.  And, can I just point out that the night I tried on wedding dresses for the first time was the night that Brandon bought his truck?  Let's all keep that in mind. Remember the story, no money for my ring, but he could afford a truck.  I mean, obviously I love the ring I have now more than the one I wanted at the time, but that is not the point.  The point is, I am not crazy. I digress.  We took the dresses and we went back to the dressing rooms.  The first dress I put on was perfect.  I loved the way it fit, I loved the way it looked, I loved it.  This was the dress. I tried on a veil and I hated it.  I loved the dress, but a veil looked stupid with it.  Whatever, it's not like I had my heart set on having a veil.  Veils aren't really my thing anyways... I moved on to the next dress. Eh, didn't love it so much.  It fit, but wasn't comfortable... oh it's a size too small, no wonder I felt like I am going to suffocate. However, what an ego boost that I can fit into a dress a size smaller than I wear (yea, it was a little tight, but it fit).  I tried on a few more dresses and nothing seemed to be as wonderful as the first one.

I had one more dress to try on and it happened.  I'm sure you've heard about this moment.  I've seen in on tv a hundred times (ok we both know that I have probably seen it more than a hundred times with the number of wedding shows I watch, but I am trying to save face). Here's the moment: After an exhausting (or in my case, not so exhausting) search, the girl finds a wedding dress. She puts the dress on and everyone just knows that is the dress.  I got the last dress of the day on and something just clicked.  The dress felt like it was literally made just for me (which you can bet is what I am going to tell people on the day of the wedding -- ugh, again with the judging, it's my day and I'll do what I want).  I came out of the dressing room and I looked at Hadley. I started to cry and then she started to cry.  We were crying and my consultant started to tear up and had to go get tissues.  This was the dress.  Hadley handed me the veil.  It was perfect. The whole thing was perfect.  I know I just said I hated veils, but I think I lied. I love love loved the way the veil looked with the dress. Weird.  I had become that girl, you know the one that I constantly like to make fun of, the one who cries in public about wedding related things.  Yep, I was that girl.

Obviously I got the dress.  Funny story -- it was the same dress I had picked out 8 months ago and said was the dress.  Nice little fact: it was on sale :) which is obviously another clear indication that this was the dress.  (Yea, yea all the dresses in the entire store were on sale, but please I'm trying to convey a point here.)  If you're wondering what this did to my budget, I will tell you... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!  I could have gotten three and a half of my dress with what theknot.com told me to budget. Oh you want to see it?  Well, you'll have to wait just a short 498 days... :)