Dress experience... traumatised!
Hi lovely ladies.
So I went for my first dress appointment on Saturday. I was very nervous and just took my Mum as my MoH lives quite a distance away and I didn't want a cast of hundreds looking at me!
I've mentioned previously I recently had some medical issues and was on steroids for 2 yrs, now having finally come off them and lost nearly 2 stone I finally feel ready to look for a dress.
I went to Matchmaker Brides in Brentwood, Essex. Sorry to name and shame but I want to be honest.
My appointment was 11.15am and we went in at 11.12. Just behind us came a huge group of ladies for a final dress fitting - they said they had an 11am appointment.
Being a small shop, I literally couldn't even browse the rails as all these people took up most of the room. Plus, being only a small changing area and one main "showing" area with mirrors it would be been nearly impossible and very nerve wracking in front of strangers. I appreciate I couldn't have the entire shop to myself but why book two appointments that close together?!
So, first off not great. The lady dealing with me asked why I looked so scared and told me to "relax". Hmm. She wanted to firstly know my budget, a strange first question and then what style I wanted. I had absolutely no idea. She said fishtail, I could be wrong but being hourglass shape I am sceptical.
I should mention all the dresses were sample size 12's - which I thought great! that's my size.
After around 20 mins of waiting the lady and her friends left (she couldn't even sit in her dress, they said she would have to perch on the edge of her seat at her wedding!!!! she seemed content with doing this bizarrely!) I was able to look at the dresses and there were some beautiful ones. I picked out a few and went in the changing room. The lady then got one for me, and pulled it up to my thighs where it became very clear it was not budging any further. She said "the dresses are tougher than they look" but I had to be firm and tell her that unless she wanted a ripped dress which I was NOT going to pay for it was not going to fit.
This happened twice before I ended up sobbing in the changing room when the lady left to speak to her manager. The manager had disappeared on her lunch break clearly not caring what was going on. She then came back with a ginormous size 20 dress and then pinned it in places (not clamped as I assumed they do) it looked lumpy and awful.
After all my hard work, I felt like I was a huge blob with no hope of finding a dress.
I told my mum I wanted to go home, and we went to get me a double vodka and I cried some more.
When I got home and did some research I discovered that wedding dress sizes (particularly Spanish brands) are often very small and more like an 8-10 than a regular UK high street size 12!!!
I'm amazed I wasn't even told this.
This has really put me off and was a horrific experience but I have to keep going as I have a wedding next May. I phoned up Ivy Blu in Billericay who seemed lovely and assured me that they have a range of sizes to try, and were aware of how small the dresses come up compared to actual high street proportions. I now have an appointment in a couple of weeks with them.
Please tell me it gets better?! This was supposed to be a special magical moment and was just awful