By: Revanche

A dress, I have got one

March 21, 2011

The shape I might have picked (David’s Bridal), minus the coked out look.

In its place, hangs a far far far fancier specimen.  A proper garment, if you please.  My “fittings, and tryings-ons,” were back in February, with all the grandiose moment of a new friend dropping in for twenty minutes followed by a handful of “whatcha think?” emails to a few good friends.  The interested actually replied. The busy or disengaged didn’t bother. And thus, I have my wedding dress.

The story is better than that, actually.

At a dinner of PiC’s friends/coworkers, the hostess quickly judged me and said, we’re about the same size. If you don’t really care, I’ve got a dress hanging in my closet …

Two weeks later, she and her spouse dropped by with a huge foofy dress for me to try on. Lo, it pretty much fits me.  It’s too long, as no four-inch heel wearer am I, but the owner is happy for me to have a seamstress take it up in length.

She also suggested taking in the sides for a more svelte look if desired if I was certain I wouldn’t put on any more weight before the wedding. But, breathing and eating are far higher on my list than looking more svelte or removing a rib to fit into a dress after alterations. I am not that bride.

It has a train.  It has sparkles and ruching. It has all this other stuff I never would have picked considering the budget I was willing to pay. It literally forced me to HAVE a maid of honor instead of no one at all because I literally cannot do up the dress by myself.  But it’s gorgeous in its own right, and came with the goodwill of a rather random friend of PiC’s and it was so unexpectedly pretty and lightweight to boot that I have no qualms at all about wearing this with every bit of good cheer and a bit of excitement as anything I might have picked for myself.

PLUS: That woman saved me from the jaws of dress shopping.  And saved me the price of a dress on top of alterations.  I could nominate her for a special kind of wedding sainthood. Instead, I think I’m going to have to dream up a wonderful thank you gift for her, starting with cooking them dinner.

So I was really happy back then.  And then I let it sink in a bit, and I’m still happy about it.  Not just the savings, either.  The time (now to be spent trying to pick a photographer) and the money (now to clothe my groom) saved are huge, but the lack of anxiety about a subject I really don’t like: what I’m going to wear – most excellent.

Collective karmic hugs for PiC’s friend, please?

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