April 07, 2003:
I get back home Sunday evening and chat with my roommates for a bit. One of them said she was looking through my Japan pictures and saw a girl she thought she knew. Lo and behold, one of my fellow JCMU students was, indeed, this roommate’s good friend from college. Not even a Michigan college, but a New York college. Small world, indeed.
So Mom and I went shopping for wedding dresses this weekend. Place #1 was horribly pink and frilly and overly-decorated – by way of explanation, the little hand mirror they gave me at one point had its handle wrapped in shimmery green ribbon, silk roses and leaves glued on the back and little pearls wrapped around the front of the mirror. It was very cozy, however, and the dressing rooms were spacious, which is good because wedding dresses are terribly bulky and heavy. We found some dresses we liked, but nothing we liked well enough and nothing in the price range we were thinking about.
Place #2 was on the way to the fabric store we were looking for, we just dropped by there after seeing it from the road. We went in and were pointed towards the wedding dresses; as I was looking at the $400 tiaras Mom called me over to the side of the room she was checking out and flipped over a price tag for me to gawk at. The dress was $6000. Six thousand dollars?! Mom and I exclaim as one as we beat a hasty retreat. To say our budget lacks that fourth zero is still to add a couple of extra dollars to it, let’s put it that way.
Place #3 was David’s Bridal, the “grocery store of wedding dresses” as Mom put it. If everything was about $200 cheaper it might have been OK, but the quality being offered wasn’t equivalent to the price being asked. We looked–we tried!–and we gave up. Mom noted that most of the dresses were “dripping with too much crap” which might have amused me less if I hadn’t been alternately shopping and driving from about 10:00 AM -5:00 PM.
In between #2 and #3, we went to a fabric store, Herberman’s, which has a whole section for obsessive brides complete with the silkiest silks and the most delicate lace. We’ll be returning there, as we eventually decided to make my dress ourselves. Or rather, we decided Mom will make the dress, as Mom is very good at sewing. Now she writes that she’s found a pattern; when I was younger, she writes, and she’d make or buy me something pretty to wear Dad would call me her little Barbie doll. Here we go, ready for the Barbie Dream Wedding dress, or at least the Barbie Fairly Informal Garden Wedding dress, and I can’t wait to get started.
Brian and I are moving into our new apartment on the 30th, by the way, and if any of you all want to help we’d love to have you; we’ll make it worth your while somehow! ^_^
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