Well, the birthday was last week, and the party was on the weekend, so now I guess I have to start organising things. Oh God!
The ceremony venue is solid, the reception place is tentatively booked and all I need to do is mosey my way on over to sign paperwork to book it properly.
What next?
Oh! I went to a bridal boutique with my mum and bubba to see what sort of dresses are out there, and it was a massive shock to the system.
Firstly, I got there and my mum and I went around looking at the different styles (mostly white strapless A-line dresses):
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| Big and poufy and white. So much tulle! |
OK, maybe not quite that extreme. May be more like this:
So we look around the shop and see a few in the colour that I like, which is technically called 'not-white' and in a style that I call 'I won't be hitching my dress up on the day'. I go into the shop fully aware that as a larger lady I will not find a mountain of gowns that will fit me, and that I will not find a whole lot of styles that will suit me, or that I will suit. I pull out some size 16s and 18s as lately I've been hitting the gym and I have toned up a bit, so I am so sure that these dresses will fit me and I will be able to finally try on a dress.
I hang up these dresses on a rail in the shop and go and ask someone if I can go try them on as a matter of courtesy
LADY: When would you like to try the gowns on (pulls out a diary)
ME: *thinking, Are you joking*...now?
LADY: Oh, they are all at lunch, I can fit you in at 3:30pm (in an hour's time)
ME: *Huh?* But I am right here.
So after surrendering my wedding date, name and phone number we go off to Baccini & Hill to look at their stuff, and in the time I wait to try on the gowns that I picked out, I manage to try on two dresses and my mum decides that the bridemaids will look GAWJUZ in some $400 dresses. Which I agree, they would look beautiful in them, but I am not sure they want to take out a bank loan to purchase them for MY wedding. And I am not sure my wedding budget will stretch that far to buy the dresses for the girls. In fact I am not sure the wedding budget will stretch that far to buy a dress that costs that much for me. But they really were beautiful dresses.
So back to the boutique we go fpr my appointment and I go into a cavernous dressing room to try on dress #1, a size 16. It doesn't even remotely zip up due to my boobies. I am upset. Then I try on dress #2, a size 18 and it's even smaller. How does that work?
There were hardly any dresses in what I thought was my size so I don't have a very wide selection.
The assistant tells me that the size 18 dresses are more like a 12, and goes to find me the sole size 24 in the entire shop for me to try on so I can see myself as a bride.
By now I am sulky and I don't want to play any more.
I am tired of having people fiddle around with my now apparent fat rolls, and trying to cajole me into trying on gowns that will never ever fit me.
She does find a lovely dress that I like and offers it to me with a $500 discount because it's a shop sample, but it's still too small. She suggests I could lose weight before the wedding. I suggest that I get some ribs removed.
Needless to say, this was not a productive day!
