6. The Dreeeeeess!!!
Oh, man. I wish I were cool about this, but I am not. I am not cool at all. I’m not chic. I’m not glamorous. And I’ve wanted the big, poofy, princess, fairytale wedding dress for as long as I can remember. My dream gown had always been the very first Snow White gown from Alfred Angelo (RIP).
Princessy, but with very floaty, floral elements. I always said (and still say) on my wedding day, I wanted it to look like all the birds and chipmunks of the forest had tied my sash and dressed my hair. (Snow White was a very formative influence on me, okay? ) That’s the “princess look” I wanted, not the Cinderella/Belle big, satin ballgown. This distinction probably makes sense to nobody in the world but me, but oh well.
As it happens, I’m a little worried that the gown I ended up with is actually too close to the “Cinderella/Belle ballgown” side of the spectrum, but I digress. First, the journey.
My first shopping experience was wonderful. My mom and my maid of honor came with me and the sales consultant could not have been any sweeter. The store was gorgeous, and out of the maybe seven or eight gowns I tried on, I wound up with two front-runners (with my mom/MOH preferring one and me preferring the other one, naturally). So, a good start, but nothing definitive. (If anyone’s interested, the gown my mom and MOH liked was
this one by Justin Alexander, and I liked
this Allure one.)
In all my months of searching online, I kept finding that I really liked a lot of the Mori Lee gowns, and there’s pretty much only one salon anywhere near me that carries them. Fortunately, it’s actually very close to where I live. Unfortunately, I knew the area and the storefront well enough to be a little trepidatious about what it would be like inside. But it had good reviews, so I went with my mom.
Oy. Don’t get me wrong, it was FAR from some of the horror stories I’ve read about consultants being nasty or unhelpful- I think the woman who helped us was genuinely trying her best. But it became clear early on that I was not going to find anything there. I’d said right off the bat I didn’t want an illusion neck, or anything with a lot of “bling." Which... apparently was the entire stock of this salon. Long Island, man.
I could hardly even find things to agree to try on. By the end, I was saying “yes” to gowns just because I felt like a snob rejecting everything in the store. At one point, the consultant had me try on a "wild card" dress that was just... so far removed from anything I would ever wear, in my life, ever, clearly expecting the Say Yes to the Dress moment where the bride realizes that her perfect gown was one she never would have picked out... Yeah, nope, sometimes a bride who says she doesn't want anything too flashy really
doesn't like the head-to-toe jewel-encrusted satin gown with the absolutely enormous handkerchief skirt any more than she said she did. In the end, I didn’t even finish trying the gowns on- I was exhausted, my mom was exhausted, and I’d had it with trying to be “polite” about things that were emphatically not my taste.
Looking back, it was actually kind of hysterical, but that was about the point where I started panicking that I was never going to find a gown, and obsessively cataloging ones I liked online and tracking which stores might carry them. Because of course I did. I was all set to drag myself into Manhattan, but in the meantime, I made an appointment at (what I thought was) a teeny-tiny shop in my hometown (where I no longer live), owned by a friend of a friend, because what the heck. They carry Stella York gowns, a lot of which I like, and nobody else around here seems to, so I thought I might as well give it a shot.
When I walked in to what turned out to be an absolutely beautiful store with my mom, I immediately noticed they had a stuffed “bride and groom” Mickey & Minnie on display. My mom and I just looked at each other and I think had the same simultaneous thought that yeah, this is going to be the place.
The owner/consultant could not have been more helpful or personable, and, it turns out, she's a bit of a Disney fanatic herself. It definitely felt like fate! In the end, I actually fell in love with two gowns:
And
It was the first time I really had that “bride” feeling. Unfortunately, I got it from both of them.

I was so torn between them, I couldn’t make a decision there and then, but joined DF on a business trip and thought about it for about two weeks. Finally, I decided, but kept it a secret from my mom and maid of honor- both of whom came with me on the “final” trip to the salon. They both liked the same one- the second, with the lace panels. Which was the one I had gone into the store thinking I was going to buy (and is, in the end, the one I got)! Unfortunately, when I put the other one on, I’d kind of fallen in love with it again (and omg it was SO much more comfortable/lightweight), and I had a small panic attack about it when I got home. But, in the end, I love that my gown has a more dramatic train (been dreaming of taking bridal portraits on that staircase in the Grand Floridian lobby since I was a kid

), and, as my MOH pointed out, it creates a very “floaty” effect when I’m walking, which was exactly what I’d dreamed of.

So, I do think I made the right call. I’m probably going to have them add cap sleeves, which I think might help tone it down, in a way I can’t really articulate. Got the veil to go with it in the same trip and am currently on the hunt for shoes.
