Wedding Dress Mecca

Today I went to the Mecca of all bridal stores to begin looking for my wedding dress. I was with three of my girl friends Ms. O.C.’s, Mrs. Bulldog, and Ms. Dancer. As we walked through the doors I began to understand why everyone was telling me that I just have to go to Mon Amie first. Choosing my dress is something that I have dreamed about for a while and the emotional journey of choosing my perfect dress was so easy here. We walked in and there were well manicured Barbie’s waiting to help you with all your choices from the HUNDREDS AND HUNDRED of dresses in the store. I must have tried on about 20 a few of which were just joke dresses with so much lace and puffy craziness that had my girlfriends rolling on the floor with laughter.


It was a little disconcerting stripping down in front of all my girlfriends and the Barbie attendant in a room with a 360 mirror. I should have worn the GOOD panties instead of the plain white boy briefs. I fell in love with a simple silk princess dress that was WAY above my price range, close to $16,000 dollars, after trying it on I thought I was in trouble because I fell in love with its stubble elegance and I was worried that I had just backed myself up in a corner that I was going to have trouble forgetting its perfectness. But there was no need for worry because the next dress I tried on my knees buckled and tears swam in my eyes because it was the one. I loved it.


But just to be sure I went to another bridal store, not nearly as cool as Mon Amie where I tried on a ba-jillion more dresses and then I came home to write about how I am going to sleep on it to make sure but I am pretty damn sure I am going back and getting the tear swimming dress. Because it talked to me and when clothes talk to me I buy them.