July 30, 2012

After getting over all of the general excitement about being engaged, the one part of the planning process I was looking forward to the most was finding the perfect dress. I had all of these amazing designs that I had saved over the years and many that I had come up with on my own. I thought, with all of these beautiful and stunning dresses to choose from, there would be no problem finding one I would love enough to get married in. Little did I know the challenges that would await me.

After a while I realized that instead of the common problem I hear from other brides about not finding a great dress.. I found too many. Now let me clarify – there were many that didn’t really work as well but my biggest issue was trying to pick ‘the one’ from among my favorites. For various reasons, I began weeding through my finalists and eliminating those that were too formal, too casual, too poofy, had too many flowers, prohibited movement to dance or had something that just wasn’t quite right. I quickly realized that my handful of favorite dresses had been dwindled down to none. That’s right; n o n e….

SO after a slight mental breakdown and another freak-out where I informed my family that they could choose my dress and surprise me with it the morning of the wedding, I reluctantly agreed to go back out there. I knew what looked good on my body, knew what didn’t and had a firm list of small things I really didn’t want. I wished desperately to be finished with this specific aspect of wedding planning and at some point I realized that I had gone to 10 stores in 3 states and had tried on approximately 100 dresses

Needless to say, I was beyond over it. Fearing that I really would resort to the family surprise dress idea, my mom and aunt took me back to the one dress store where I had felt completely comfortable and truly connected with the owner. Ironically, the store is called The Perfect Dress. I went in and explained my dilemma to Sarah, who after smiling and shaking her head at me said, ‘alright, let’s get to work!’ Without so much as hinting about my last visit, she put my number one dress in the dressing room for me to try on again. I was shocked she remembered! Once I had the dress all clipped on and was standing in front of the mirror she looked at my face and asked what was wrong. I explained to her my OCD problems with the bottom of the dress (looked too Belle-like). She told me I was fine for feeling that way and had me describe exactly what I had in mind. As I continued to peruse around the store, she was ferociously typing into her computer and talking on the phone. Just before I was ready to give up and go home, she came over to me with a huge grin on her face and informed me that she had spoken with the company that made the dress and that they were willing to change the bottom of the dress and suddenly my dream dress was a reality! I was floored and awed by her diligence to make sure I was happy. She truly went above and beyond the call of duty and I couldn’t be happier.

So after months of endless searching, I finally found/created the wedding dress of my dreams, and it wouldn’t have been possible without my family’s unyielding support and the wisdom of the one and only Sarah Dryden. To all of my fellow brides out there, the moral of my story is that there really is a perfect dress for every bride. You just need an open mind, determination, and patience (truckloads of patience) to find it.