My wedding dress has been on my mind since day one of our engagement. Scratch that – since day one… Of My Life. Though I wasn’t the type to plan the actual wedding as a little girl, I have been planning for my perfect white gown for quite some time. Soon after I became a bride-to-be, I realized that in order to tame my inner Bridezilla, I had to find my dream dress.
Nightmare on Wedding Street
I’ve been having wedding nightmares since I began this engagement journey,
In one, I showed up to our ceremony and realized I forgot to even buy a dress. Naked brides are usually frowned upon at our church.
In another, I did buy a dress (or should I say outfit), but realized minutes before the ceremony that a sparkly green and black leotard – shockingly – just wasn’t my dream dress. In every dream, I’d have an ugly meltdown and transform into a terrifying Bridezilla before waking up in a cold sweat.
After several weeks of that nonsense, I decided it was time to start the dress hunt, lest I have a real-life panic attack over my Lady Gaga-inspired outfits.
I’m no dummy. I’m very aware that prices in the wedding industry are absurd. Still, I was shocked when I found out how much quality bridal gowns really go for. Bridal boutique employees don’t even bat an eye at a $2,000 price tag. At one store, I even found a white poof-ball that they claimed was a dress that was going for $6,000. … $6,000! Until then, I was only familiar with discount bridal stores, where you can easily get a dress for under $500.
I also wasn’t prepared for the way those designer dresses can make you weak in the knees. They’re masters of their craft, those gowns. The shiny white satin hugs your curves ever so perfectly and the Swarovski crystals suggestively bat their shimmering eyelashes at you as you twist and turn in front of the staged mirror. As an engaged woman, the act of trying on wedding dresses will brainwash you into doubling or tripling (or quadrupaling) your budget. STOP! Stay strong, bride-to-be. Remove the dress and let’s talk this through when you’re not under the influence.
When You Know, You Know
The first dress that I tried on at the third stop in my tour de bridal boutiques was the one.
I knew it as soon as I laid eyes on it.
I knew it before I even got it on.
I knew it even when my bridal attendant didn’t throw it over my head correctly and I ended up in an awkward position, half-naked in front of her, my mom, and my maid of honor with tulle from the skirt sticking up out of my strapless neckline and into my face.
And when I finally walked onto the lighted staging area, I really knew it was the one.
I had already mentally bought the dress when she rattled off the $830 pre-tax price tag. It could have only been wedding fate that my perfect dress just happened to be well within my budgeted means. After that, the Bridezilla dreams ended. And all it took was $900.
How much would you spend on your dream dress? And, just for the information purposes, do you think I’m a Bridezilla?