So far I’ve accompanied Daphne to three stores to look for a dress.
The first, was David’s Bridal, and the bad reviews you’ve heard about it are dead on. The carpet was stained, it smelled kind of dingy and it felt like a warehouse. Daphne made an appointment, but we arrived late, so they couldn’t really help us.
The next place we went to was an upscale bridal shop in Winter Park called Solutions Bridal. We knew it was going to be expensive, but decided to go anyway. Daphne’s mom was in town for Thanksgiving, so she came along with us.
The staff was very nice, but they were also somewhat pushy. They don’t let you take pictures of dresses before you put down a deposit, because they know people just go to stores like that to find dresses they like so they can look them up on the Internet and find them cheaper somewhere else. They also give out free champagne and really play up the whole “find the dress of your dreams” thing.
Daphne asked me to take notes on certain dresses, so I had to be sneaky and pretend like I was actually typing e-mails on my BlackBerry instead of jotting down notes on the Romona Keveza that comes with or without wings or the Judd Waddell that is strapless with scalloping.
The woman who helped Daphne seemed shocked that she didn’t want to put down a deposit.
Today, while we were out shopping in Altamonte Springs, we kind of stumbled upon a store for the designer Alfred Angelo.
The store was a nice medium between the stained floors and warehouse feel of DB and the no-pictures-would-you-like-some-champagne vibe of SB.
They let you take all the pictures you want, it’s a laid back atmosphere and they don’t pressure you to put down a deposit. Daphne was also able to walk in without an appointment and try on some dresses.
The saleswoman, who is new and is from Philadelphia, was very nice and even told Daphne to look on the Internet to see if she could find a veil that was cheaper than the ones they sell at the store. Daphne thinks the clerk was so nice because she hasn’t been indoctrinated yet.
There are some interesting interactions that happen in a bridal shop. Like today, Daphne told another bride that she liked the dress the woman was trying on and the woman said she was marrying a minister, so she’d have to cover herself up with something if she chose that dress.
The thing is, at upscale stores such as SB, they are counting on brides to fall in love with a dress and buy it on the spot no matter what it costs. But Daphne and I are pretty sensible, so even though she wants a gorgeous dress, the chances of her finding a dress that she has to buy no matter what it costs are pretty low.
At AA they let us write down all the particulars about the dresses Daphne liked so we can look for them elsewhere or come back later.
Here are some photos of Daphne trying on dresses.
I can’t believe I just wrote a whole post about wedding dresses, but I guess that’s what’s happens when you plan a wedding. I’m involved in the planning as much as I can be and building and updating this Web site is a big part of that.
There is one thing I wonder about when women try on wedding dresses. Is it weird to have a complete stranger in the dressing room with you when you are practically naked? I always hear lots of giggles and chit chat coming from the dressing rooms, but it’s not like the clerks are one of your best friends.
Is buying a wedding dress the only time a woman has a complete stranger helping her in the dressing room or is this a common occurrence? Please enlighten me.