Dress shopping has brought me equal parts excitement and anxiety. You’re shopping for the dress. I’ve never been a spectator for anyone’s shopping experience before, and have only been bridesmaid dress shopping once. Ten years ago.
I’d like to add that I sort of hate shopping. I don’t like to try on clothes. I have a solid idea of what looks good on me, and purchase 90% of my clothes online. Does this limit my closet to skinny jeans all from the same store and fit and flare dresses that are just different prints? Yes, but I’m totally OK with that.
I’m excited for the obvious reasons: It’s my wedding dress — the dress that trumps all others. The one opportunity you have to legitimately be a princess, in whatever way you define that. You’re buying a dress that should make you feel beautiful, and more often than not, will be the most expensive and extravagant dress you’ll ever wear.
I’m anxious about it for reasons less obvious. I am keeping the entourage to an absolute minimum. My mother, of course, and my aunt, who has been a second mother to me. Those are the two people who this occasion means the most to, aside from myself. As I mentioned, I’ve never gone dress shopping with another bride, and I can only assume that it’s less exciting for spectators. The last thing I want is for my friends to be subjected to a potentially long afternoon of obligatory ooh-ing and aah-ing over whatever potentially hideous taffeta poofball the salesperson thinks I just have to try on.
Let me circle back to the part where I hate trying on clothes. I am not particularly happy with the idea of a saleswoman that I don’t know helping me in and out of numerous dresses. What do you even wear for underwear? I feel like I have to wear some full-coverage briefs and a sports bra to not feel weird about standing around in my underwear in front of a stranger. I’m sure that’s a bit ridiculous, and I’m over-thinking it, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of it.
Truth be told, I would probably rather just go by myself, but I know it would break my mother’s heart. I would like to take however long I feel necessary to try on, take off, try on again, to make my decision without feeling like there are other people sitting around bored. So before you hear from me again, dear readers, I will have braved my first, and hopefully only, dress shopping experience.
I assume I’ll be the same about dress shopping as I’ve been with other decisions in life like apartments or car buying. I know what I want, I don’t dawdle and I make decisions quickly.