Yesterday was a bit nerve-wrecking, but was also very exciting at the same time.
You see, the night before last, Mr. H oh-so-sneakily told his Mum that I had something to ask her (a bridal shop in town was having an open house, and he thought we should go, together--he's the oldest of 4 boys, so she never got to go prom dress shopping, etc., and he thought wedding dress browsing with me would be perfect). I was a bit mad at him for pushing it on me, to be honest.. with our (hopeful) wedding date still 16-months away, I didn't want to start looking too early. I mean, I haven't even formally asked my bridal party to stand with me, and I wanted them to be with me on my dress shopping ventures, as well (not to mention, I had told him that morning that I had no intention of going)..
Anyway, MIL H. jumped at the chance, as we knew she would, and I knew I couldn't back out on her!
** Side note: I love my MIL! Or, as Lady Gaga would say, I "love-love-love" her. Not only do we have a ton in common, she's one of the sweetest ladies I've ever met. She's. just. awesome. **
But, back to our browsing/shopping adventure:
As it turns out, I got the date wrong, and the bridal shop's open house wasn't until today. Oops! Still, as soon as we walked in, MIL H. practically ran over to the bridal gowns, and started wading through them..
I had already went back on my 'no-dress-shopping-until-later' plan, but MIL H. then insisted that I try some dresses on for her. *sigh*. I really, really didn't want to, as I'm a plus-size girl, and I knew that a lot of the dresses in stock wouldn't fit me (and, therefore not give the right impression), but I knew (again) that I couldn't back down.. so, it began.
Let's just say the first shop was a bust. Literally. On top of being a plus-size gal, I'm also very well-endowed, lol. Some dresses I couldn't even get up to my chest, or pull them over my chest, if I went head first.. it was really sad, and quite discouraging, honestly (MIL H., bless her heart even felt bad at that point, since she knew I was only doing all this for her). I tried on 5 dresses there, but cut my losses soon after, and we headed to another shop.
The second shop we just happened to stop at on the fly. It's new in town, and it's right across the street from where we were planning to go, but we went for it.. and, I'm glad we did!
At first I was (again) discouraged, as the stock dresses were only a size 8 (EEK! :[), but I bit the bullet, and tried a few on for giggles.
I immediately fell in love with a Jasmine Couture dress (I don't remember the style #, sadly), but my bubble was burst by the consultant who almost as quickly said, "Nu-uh, not even close". Um, excuse me? I was hurt at this point, since she didn't even ask if I liked the dress on, but I shook it off. The worst part of this trial, however, was the fact that she tried to pull me some dresses, afterward, and they all got a huge, resounding "NO!" from me, right away.. they looked way worse on me than the Jasmine, but whatevs.
At this point, I totally wanted to give up, but before we left, MIL H. wanted to look through the bridal mags.. and, one dress just JUMPED out at me! As fate would have it, the mean consultant just happened to have it in the shop, so, again, I undressed, and tried it on..
AND THE ANGELS SANG.
I wanted to cry, but no tears were shed. MIL H. was beaming. We. were. speechless.
All through this adventure, I had my dream dress stuck in my head, and I never thought anything could measure up to it. This dress was everything I thought I didn't want.. it's more poufy (lots of crinoline), very plain, etc.. but, it was gorgeous! It hit my natural waist perfectly, it hid my lower-half really well..
I have every intention of tracking down my dream dress, still, just to say "I did it.. I tried it on", but if it's not 'The ONE', I'll be completely fine with it.. 'cause I may have already found it.. when I was least expecting to.