Dress UN-excitement

Guys. I'm sad to report that I did NOT get my dress in the amazing amazing sample sale. Sadly the only size they had was a size 8, and my ribs got in the way somewhat. I am all for losing a bit of weight for the wedding, but to spend that much (it was still a fair whack) on a dress and pressure myself into fitting into it seemed silly.

It was still a fun adventure though!

I got to Bond Street station just before 1:00pm and met my friend there, who would be providing Quality Checking on the lookout for snags and stains etc that I might not spot (but in case she was expected to provide actual opinions, had prepared her interested face and lots of noncommittal comments like "I am undecided about spots"), we trundled to the shop, prepared to be good and early because we were expecting it to be a bit like this:

Because that is what TV had told us to expect.

It was not like that at all. We got there around the same time as a couple of other pairs of friends, and were let in and seated quietly in the fancy minimalist waiting area.

After about ten minutes of waiting awkwardly and avoiding eye contact, a smiley woman led us downstairs to the dressing rooms.

Now, the last time I had been to this store, the dressing room area had looked like this:

This time, it looked like this:

With the precision of a military operation my friend and I found the dress I liked, then quickly scoured the rails to see if they had it in another size. Sadly not, but we decided to try it out anyway. So the consultant picked the dress off the rail, handed it to us, and shoved us both into a dressing room, and wandered off abruptly.

So it was a good job my friend was there, as otherwise I might have struggled to get it on. Not that we actually managed to get it full on anyway.

That was the best we could do, sadly. Please excuse my ugly bra.







Oh well! It was a learning experience, and I'm glad I tried it instead of just not bothering. And in some ways I'm a little bit glad, secretly really, because I was a bit sad about not being able to order a dress Just For Me, but realistically couldn't pass up the chance to save a significant amount of money. And also concerned about humping the bloody thing back on the train, and storing it for 18 months, especially as my wedding insurance only covers it for two months prior to the day!


Onwards onwards!