As some of you may know, I am getting married in May. I am quite excited. As you may also know, I am female and my partner is male. This makes me the bride.
Being the bride is an interesting experience, specifically when it comes to what you are going to wear to your wedding. The current tradition in western culture is the White Dress. You know the dress? The spectacular dress that makes you a princess, that you wear once, that you spend money on, that you outshine everyone in? Yeah, that dress.
I started out trying to be optimistic, and after a few false starts, I figured I would be able to find something. You know, something simple and elegant. Something pretty. Something that made me feel good and that I'd enjoy. I swear, I did try.
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| Dress One |
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| Dress Two |
Or even this (this one wouldn't copy over. Check it out. Seriously).
The first one I went into I went with Fiance. It did not start well. Upon entering we were visually assaulted with a sea of white fluff and plastic. I wasn't sure where the dresses stopped and the walls began. We tried to just surreptitiously poke around. No such luck was to be had. The saleslady spotted us and pounced. With more vigor than a thirteen year old virgin promised sex, she began to tell us about our "options", "different models", and "price range". I said wedding dress, not car. As I stood there trying to get the words "simple" and "poor student" out she rattled on about getting a package deal on bridesmaids dresses (my brother is standing up for me), flower girl dresses (we don't have one) and mother-of-the-bride dress (my mother wouldn't be caught dead in anything in there. I wouldn't dress a corpse in the dresses she waved at). Did I mention that while she eagerly expunged this information onto the two of us she was well past the socially appropriate personal space limit? Due to the sheer volume of fabric around us we could not back up any further and she just kept coming.
I think Fiance saw the wide-eyed terror look that was now living on my face and he kindly muscled us out of there and we fled. The couple of other places that I went into were like that. In one place the dress on display was something like this only the skirt from puke pink on the bottom to white at the top. It was this tattered. I fantasized about setting it on fire and steered clear of the shop.
Most places required an appointment just to get in. There was no way I was going to make one as my main desire on this hunt was to be left alone. I hated the eager, bouncing, Mary Kay-esque ladies who asked me questions about my flowers, china patterns and told me how this day only came once I had to look my best and like a princess, didn't I?
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I thought about going to one of the bridal expo's here in Edmonton; I really did want to try. The one I looked at wouldn't admit men though. It's the bride's day so no men because they can't help with the shopping. Because somehow that makes sense.
It got very frustrating. I did finally reach a point where I told Fiance, fuck it, I'm wearing a nice white suit. I can't take this crap. The intensity of the white dresses, the white, the blandness of the not intense dresses and the prices. It was not something I was willing to do.
Sidenote, but did you know that the white dress did not come into fashion until the early 20th century? That was when the rich began to be able to afford fancy, ridiculous dresses that you wear once. And what colour is most impractical therefore shows you have the money to throw at this dress? White. Hence, the white dress fashion was born. Before that girls wore their best dress to their wedding. I like that idea. Much more simple and opens up a whole new set of possibilities.
Ultimately, I did find a dress. It is gorgeous and not white and I will it wear again after the wedding. It's blue actually. And did I mention it's gorgeous? It also wasn't marked as a wedding dress, it was just something I stumbled upon and fell completely in love with. I'm very excited about it.
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