My fiance found her dress!
A couple of weeks ago, the missus-to-be went to a bridal sample sale at Saks. This was her second time ever looking for a wedding dress. Neither she nor anyone else, myself included, expected her to find anything, much less “THE DRESS.” So it was a huge surprise, to say the least, when she called me at work and told me she bought her dress.
Okay, so here are some details (at least those that she’s shared with me):
- The dress was ultra, super-duper, ridiculous-yo cheap. Not only was it marked down because it was a sample, but apparently there was some kind of price tagging error, which resulted in another discount layered on top. (I won’t lie – when she told me this, my heart/brain/stomach jumped for joy.)
- The designer of the dress is some high end designer.
- The condition of the dress is really good. All she’ll really need to do is make some slight alterations.
When she told me she bought a dress, I was happy for her. Almost immediately though, I wondered a few things. First, I asked her if she was SURE that it was THE dress? I’ve read many stories of women who would impulsively buy a dress, only to regret it the moment their credit card was swiped. Thankfully, she was very happy and excited about the dress, and there was no buyer’s remorse.
Second, I felt a bit bad that she wasn’t able to find the dress while shopping with her sister, who will also be her maid of honor. I’d imagine that process would’ve been really fun, and meaningful. That said, no one, the missus-to-be especially, expected to buy a dress that day. However, when the time is right, the time is right.
Anyway, long story short, she now has a dress, and that’s a huge thing that comes off our to-do list (and with so much time to spare!). Of course, she won’t let me see it yet, which brings me to the other point of this post.
The woman wants my first moment of seeing her in the dress to be when she’s walking down the aisle. The way we currently have our venue booked and scheduled, doing that and also taking wedding party pictures before the reception is going to be a tight fit, time-wise. So that’s our dilemma. How can we take pictures together before the reception (and ceremony) without sacrificing that “a-ha” moment?
Have any of you ladies (let’s be honest, I’m the only one with a Y chromosome on this site — Scott doesn’t count) had to figure that kind of dilemma out?