dress me up, part two.
part one.
I've gone on many dress shopping trips, but I was never able to really take it seriously.
Until now.
Ring freshly on my finger, and my mom and sisters in tow, I headed over to a bridal salon in Chula Vista over Christmas break. We got to the store with little time before they closed. The store did not require appointments, so they ushered me on in and picked three dresses for me to try on. The sales lady helped me put on the dresses, made kind conversation, and worked hard at lacing them up.
Of the three dresses, I fell in love with this:
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Maggie Sottero's "Cassady" dress.
This stick of a model doesn't do it justice. Also, you can't see it in the picture, but the flare area with the rosettes has pleated organza peeking through which is to die for.
I don't know if it was the rush of finally dress shopping "for real", or if it was because my mom was there, but something told me this dress was "the one." The sales lady took down my information and told me that she would keep record of the dress. Elated, I left the store, promising to soon return with friends.
A few days later after asking some of my girls to be bridesmaids, I whisked one of them down to the store to show her my beautiful Cassady. The same sales woman helped me, but when I asked to see the dress I had loved last time, she could not recall which one it was. I explained every detail of the dress to the "T", but she kept pulling out dresses that looked less and less like my Cassady. She finally found it and sent me to the dressing rooms, this time leaving my friend and I alone to put it on me and lace it up. Why the sales lady was suddenly much less helpful than before, and why she couldn't find the dress that she'd promised to keep record of, I don't know, but it sure put a sour taste in my mouth.
Nonetheless, I stood in the store wearing Cassady for no less than half an hour, just staring at it. My bridesmaid/friend loved it too and claimed it was "perfectly me." I didn't want to admit that my dress search was over, so I decided I'd keep looking. And keep looking, I sure did. It was the very next bridal shop that turned my "I'm pretty sure this is the dress" into a "Cassady who?"
to be continued...
I've gone on many dress shopping trips, but I was never able to really take it seriously.
Until now.
Ring freshly on my finger, and my mom and sisters in tow, I headed over to a bridal salon in Chula Vista over Christmas break. We got to the store with little time before they closed. The store did not require appointments, so they ushered me on in and picked three dresses for me to try on. The sales lady helped me put on the dresses, made kind conversation, and worked hard at lacing them up.
Of the three dresses, I fell in love with this:
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Maggie Sottero's "Cassady" dress.
This stick of a model doesn't do it justice. Also, you can't see it in the picture, but the flare area with the rosettes has pleated organza peeking through which is to die for.
I don't know if it was the rush of finally dress shopping "for real", or if it was because my mom was there, but something told me this dress was "the one." The sales lady took down my information and told me that she would keep record of the dress. Elated, I left the store, promising to soon return with friends.
A few days later after asking some of my girls to be bridesmaids, I whisked one of them down to the store to show her my beautiful Cassady. The same sales woman helped me, but when I asked to see the dress I had loved last time, she could not recall which one it was. I explained every detail of the dress to the "T", but she kept pulling out dresses that looked less and less like my Cassady. She finally found it and sent me to the dressing rooms, this time leaving my friend and I alone to put it on me and lace it up. Why the sales lady was suddenly much less helpful than before, and why she couldn't find the dress that she'd promised to keep record of, I don't know, but it sure put a sour taste in my mouth.
Nonetheless, I stood in the store wearing Cassady for no less than half an hour, just staring at it. My bridesmaid/friend loved it too and claimed it was "perfectly me." I didn't want to admit that my dress search was over, so I decided I'd keep looking. And keep looking, I sure did. It was the very next bridal shop that turned my "I'm pretty sure this is the dress" into a "Cassady who?"
to be continued...