Mr. KUZ…GO AWAY. THIS IS NOT FOR YOU TO READ. If by chance you actually do read this.
To Everybody else, sorry it took so long, but vacation was nice!
So you all heard about my escapades in the dress hunt so far. Well, after feeling that I wasn’t looking so hot, I postponed the dress shopping for a few months. I still looked through my wedding porn almost
weekly daily (haha…I have a stack of magazines in almost every room, including the bathroom). I was hoping that my mom could make a trip up to see me and we could go shopping for a weekend. There were a lot more possible places to shop here than back home. But, I wasn’t thinking about shopping again until I heard the magic word…SALE! I love a sale and I love a bit of competitiveness. When Mestads down in Rochester announced they were having their 50% off the whole store sale, I thought it was worth checking out. The sale was only for a few hours, but it held the promise of $10 bridesmaid dress, $3 shoes, and really cheap authentic designer dresses.
I had never been to Rochester, so I thought I should do some recon and check things out. I wanted to see the goods before the crazies get there…I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know if it would be a running of the brides NY thing. So I made an appointment and ran down there by myself on a Saturday morning. I could have asked any number of people to come along, but I wanted some alone time. It’s when I think the best thinking and do my planning. Getting things sorted out in my head first would help a lot.
Good thing I went down early…I got lost, even with my GPS. (I love it when I get to an intersection where there is a no turn arrow and the GPS is telling you to make a U-turn). After finding the place, and being 15 minutes late, I was met by a very understanding and smiling consultant named Jo. When I walked into the place, I was braced for a mob…it was Saturday, in a pretty large city, and there was a sale coming up. I was pleasantly shocked. Now THIS is what I had in mind when going wedding dress shopping. It was a quiet, beautiful place with rows and rows of dresses and helpful people everywhere. There were no teenagers looking at prom dresses or people running into each other or sales reps yelling into a phone. The dressing room was HUGMUNGOUS! It had a platform on one side with a little step on it, several chairs and places to hang all your clothes and store your purse. There were mirrors on every wall..helpful. Out of the 2 bridal salons I had gone to so far, this was by far the best experience yet, and I hadn’t even seen any dresses!
Jo showed me around and explained how the dresses were organized (by size) and told me to pick out a few. Another person was next to me and made trips to the dressing room with my picks. I also told Jo what I was looking for (lace, sparkle, sophisticated, ivory, sweetheart neckline, flowy, lightweight). I found a few that were ok. Unfortunately, they are one of the salons that don’t allow pictures…I tried to sneak a few with my phone (BAD…I know. I wanted to send them to my mom.), but nothing really turned out. As it will turn out, I wouldn’t need to send them anyway. Jo knew how to do her job better than me (DUH!). She brought 2 dresses that were absolutely perfect. The neat thing was they had a couple of things on my list, but they were never anything I would have picked out on my own. I even looked at them on the rack and passed both up.
The first of the two was light and sparkly. It was a line made especially for Mestads. It moved and felt great. She then switched on the “special” lights. I had never heard of or seen these before. They are supposed to simulate the lighting in churches so you can see how the dress will look on the big day. My draw dropped. Now I really wanted it. Jo had me walk around the store and then next to the big windows so I could see how it looked in the natural light. Yup, still wanted it. Jo suggested I try on one more and then I could go back and try this one on again.
The last one was IT! It actually took me a bit of convincing, but now that I look at it and think about how I wanted to feel on our wedding day, it’s still perfect. Here’s Ericka by Maggie Sottero!