Yesterday, I headed down to Alfred Angelo to pick up my dress. It took about 2 1/2 months for it to be made and shipped.
In my mind I had built up trying my wedding dress on like it was going to be magical. Like I would walk into the store and there would be my dress. The train flowing across the floor, the beautiful fabric glowing as an aura of light shined from above.
The store lady brings my dress out. It is wrapped in a normal looking plastic garment bag. It is surrounded with tissue paper and has been wrapped around itself so it would ship better (I’m assuming). It comes out of the bag and it is a wrinkly, gorgeous mess. Like really wrinkly. No, really.
The store lady leaves me with Sylvia (my future sister in law) who helps me into the dress.
Two initial thoughts:
A) It is heavier than I remembered.
B) I’m still completely in love with it.
Then we got to play with my veil. Yes, I overpaid and got suckered in, but the veil really tops it off.
After copious amounts of brainstorming hair styles with Sylvia, fidgeting with the veil and getting the oohs and ahhs from the bridal store ladies, it was time to take the dress off. Back in the dressing room, Sylvia noticed that there was something funky with the built-in corset.
On one side there were 11 eye hooks and on the other side there were 12. I didn’t think much of it. To be honest, I was secretly hoping that they would give me a discount for the minor mess up. When we showed the ladies in the store they were outraged and insisted that the dress be sent back and possibly even remade.
To me that kind of seems silly, but the ladies were insistent. My dress got zipped back in it’s bag and is being sent back to the factory or wherever they mass produce Alfred Angelo dresses.
At least I got to try it on.