I am super picky and we went to two stores and it was so overwhelming. I had 8 women with me, all sisters moms and 1 friend. They were all awesome and so not overbearing like I was afraid they would be. The fucking saleslady started crying when I walked in, because of "Your face and hair and I don't know". What the fuck. I wish I had that reaction to my own face, LOL. She asked what kinds of dresses I liked and I told her the dresses that I scoped out before. I told her nothing strapless, sparkly or ballgown. I also told her nothing that couldn't be bought in an off-white or gold, because I won't wear stark white. She brought me the like 6 they had that fit the description, and they were all very close but just not right. The seamstress actually asked me to put on a dress they had just gotten and nobody else would put on, so I did. It was really pretty but not my style at all, but she was really excited to see it on a person, I guess. The saleslady was so crazy and desperate to get me in a sparkly ball gown that should would bring me them and I would politely refuse over and over, stating how I don't like those dresses on me. It got to the point where I got sassy and put my sass hand out (featured in one of the pics) and said "Don't bring me any more of those damn dresses I will not put them on my body. Do not bring those near me bring me only the ones I asked for. If it has a sparkle, bead or sequin don't even mention it to me." I hate to be a bitch but it's like damn, lady just let me be in love with my lace. I was very specific with the exact dress and if she doesn't stock it then that's too bad for her. I also asked her to bring me the most dramatic long veil they had in the store, and she only had ones to the hip. I kind of think she just knew what was best for me and didn't want me to wear what I wanted to wear, and it was obnoxious. My sister was ready to punch her.
I get to the second store and I was so tired but the first dress I tried on I loved. I walked out and all my people gasped at the same time, and so I should have known it was it but I kinda just held onto it and kept trying on other dresses. I put it on a second time after awhile, and then I slowly started to love it more. I asked again for the longest most dramatic veil they had, and they brought this amazing one out and then I cried and fell in love with the dress. I didn't buy the veil because FMIL used to be a seamstress and said she could make this 500 dollar veil for 30 bucks in materials. But I'm going shopping next weekend to pick out the lace and comb for it. This 500 fucking dollar veil had a plastic comb. Nah. I am not rolling in bills to purchase that.
The dress was about a half size too small, and I had a huge lunch (mistake) before trying it on. If I look that good in it now, I am so excited to see when it actually fits. I am not going to use the belt, I think. It makes me look shorter and wider and kind of obstructs the back.