Everbody knows by now, I absolutely abhorred wholesale wedding dresses shopping. It was all fun and games in the beginning, but as the months went by and I did so not find anything within my budget i always liked. I became extremely dejected. While planning a trip to visit my cousin out of town, I asked her to get hold of some marriage stores so i often see if i had some luck in a different city. For the life of me I could not know the way I lived in a fashion capital of the world, but could not find a dress!
After all, I now know it is because I am cheap, but still….
So one morning, my cousin and I, provided with spiked Lattes and breakfast sandwiches, tripped to visit three stores in one day. I was adamant about getting a dress soon, as my wedding was four months away. We visited a cute little boutique and, of course, it was full of overzealous brides. Wow how i don't like these wet behind the ears, entitled brides!
As i had been looking for over 90 days, I knew exactly what to look for; man neck, corset, trumpet or mermaid fit and appear style in ivory. It took no time for me to locate and pull three dresses that not only fit the structure, but were also within my budget.
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A very nice worker at the boutique (and only Black one working there) quickly offered her assistance and started helping me into my first gown. As she laced me up, I noticed I started smiling as she laced up each trap. “I may just not throw up little sis, this actually might work! ” The dress is on, I am seized to the gawds and I think we have a winner. I immediately grab the cost, gasped at its price because it is below budget And then the worker utters these words: “Oh, we can take another $200 away from that, we really need to move these gowns. ” SIGN ME UP!
To top it all off, my cousin decides to buy the gown for me as a wedding gift! Today could not get any benefit.
The worker rings us up, but I leave the gown there so it can be cleaned i really could come back later for alterations which (surprisingly) were both included in the price. Or so I thought…
After leaving the gown there for over a month, I was told that the dress has been cleaned and is ready for alterations. I travel out of town for my first fitting in order to be informed that I have to pay for the alterations to a tune of over $500. NO MA’AM! I take the dress to my seamstress great aunt to see if she can do the job for less and she can. Only problem is there is a dog pen mark on the train of the dress, so it has to go back for cleaning again.
I dropped the dress off to be cleaned for a second time and, no lie, almost two months passed until they call me to come get the dress again. As i am out of town, I asked my cousin to go pick up the dress. She goes to get the dress and then calls me to say, “The boutique says that they could not get the stain out of the dress, so one of these are selling that you a new one. ” WHAT!?
She continues by explaining this “perfectly new dress” and even sends pictures. I hate it.
My cousin, understanding rowdy I can get, encourages me to just try it on to see, because I might like it. I hop on the next thing smoking out of town, arrive at my sister’s house, test the dress and like I said before, I resented this new dress. The bust was different, the size was different and to top it off, it was NOT the dress my cousin bought me.
There was expressive value in the last dress. I called the boutique and informed them i always hate this new dress and that I will be returning tomorrow to get the old dress and would will just figure out how to face mask the dog pen mark. They say “Ok, ” and said i always should come in the morning.
Provided with attitude and the “new” fugazi dress, I go to the boutique and enquire for my old dress back. The worker on duty informs me that I need to speak with the master who is on the way to the shop, so i have a seat. Not only do i have an attitude now, but I have to again sit through more overzealous brides trying on dresses. GREAT!
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