…and all through the town,
the new bride (-to-be) had chosen
what she thought was probably going to possibly be the perfect wedding gown.
And it was.
Yes, I got my dress a whole year before our wedding date. Believe me, this is a big deal for possibly the most indecisive person in the world. However, when they say you find ‘the one’, it is true. Sort of.
I bought my dress from an outlet shop in Acklam, Middlesbrough. Sadly, the shop is no longer there. It was the second shop I’d visited and, as I’ve already mentioned, I knew the style I wanted. That was the style I was desperately trying to make my body look good in.
Initially, I tried on MY dress (THE dress) for a joke. My mum wanted me to so I thought I’d give mother’s choice a go. For a laugh.
And, as I stood on that little stool that all bridal shops have, I knew it was something special, but in a good way. A dress that I thought would never EVER work made me feel incredibly special. I felt like I was wearing a wedding dress; my wedding dress.
My mum bought me my dress there and then. It was an absolute bargain (>£300 anyone?!), fitted me perfectly and was a one-off. It took some doing but I made a decision and never regretted it. (Apart from my mini ‘dress-related’ meltdown the week before the wedding. Standard)
Now, I was certainly very lucky with my dress, but my advice to any bride would have to be: don’t rule out the outlet.
As Cilla Black once said, “life is full, full of surprises!”