OM Freakin’ G. Shit just got very real. I now have a wedding dress!!! And with one disaster appointment, an unsuccessful lug around all the London department stores and with 15 months still to go, I was not expecting it to happen at all.
I was quite hesitant about making another appointment after such a crappy first time where I was jammed and prodded like cattle but as soon as I spoke to Eva on the phone I was sold. She instantly put my worry at ease. And it only got better from there.
She grilled me for all the details of my big day and asked what I wanted to wear, as well as checking if I was happy for her to pull some wildcards. She also asked what price point we were comfortable with and made sure to point us at dresses that fit within that budget. It was at this point that my nerves began to ease.
The changing space was pretty much the same size as my maisonette and exactly the opposite of the tiny cubicle I experienced the first time round. Eva pandered to my every need, helping me into dresses, giving me compliments to boost my confidence and steering me in the right direction. It was perfect.
And then I pulled on the second dress and something shifted. I felt like a bride. As soon as the curtains were pulled open, my mum started crying. It was bizarre. I spent a good 5 minutes just staring at myself before Eva encouraged me to walk up and down to get a feel for it. It was at that point that I started to imagine myself walking down the aisle with Al waiting for me at the top.
After another 5 minutes of staring at myself and not knowing what the hell was going on, Eva gently encouraged me back into the dressing room to try on a couple more. But none could compete, so I got straight back into that magical second dress.
This time, when I came out from behind the curtain not only did my mum cry, but I cried and Eva got all teary eyed to boot. That’s when I realised I had that feeling that brides always say they’re looking for. I felt completely overwhelmed yet completely sure that this must be it. Only it wasn’t anything like I expected it to be. Eva ‘jacked me up’ as they say in my favourite show, Say Yes to the Dress, and I cried some more. The more compliments that came my way, the more I cried.
It was magical, scary, exciting and overwhelming, all at the same time. I couldn’t actually move for a while because I was stuck staring at how bizarre I looked in a wedding dress. After a good 10 minute chat with my mum we decided to go for it. And the deed was done. I’m now the proud owner of a wedding dress. Which I’m going to have to wait 14 long months to wear. At least I can tick that item off my to-do list.
While I won’t be revealing any details anytime soon, I will say the dress I’m wearing in the old photo above bears an uncanny resemblance to it…