… my final wedding dress fitting? No, I didn’t tell it then because I was so humiliated, but I’m telling it now. Something about having a baby takes all of your shame away.
I purchased my wedding dress from the most charming and beautiful little shop in Highland Park Village in Dallas called Warren Barron Bridal. I honestly think that if I had not found my dream dress there, I still would have bought my dress there because I was so impressed by the gals that own the store, Elle Warren and Cecelia Barron. You’ve heard Kate mention them before, too, I’m sure.
I came back to Dallas about four times after I bought the dress for various fittings and I had my final fitting at the end of April in 2008. My dress had a pretty snug bodice with all of that boning and I was standing there wearing my seriously awesome gold wedding shoes. The fantastic seamstress was crouched on the floor working on my hem while my mom and the girls were hemming and hawing.
All of a sudden I got really hot. The noise around me (my mom’s loud laughing) starting to sound muffled and I got tunnel vision. In my wedding dress. Finally, I said, “I’ve got to sit down. I feel dizzy.”
They let me sit down and brought me some water. They told me to put my head between my knees. So I’m sitting there in my dream dress… my HUGE dream dress… with my head between my knees and dripping in sweat. Someone pulled my hair off my neck while someone else held a cold water bottle to the back of my neck.
I started to feel better. Then I felt worse. I just knew I was going to be sick. But this is horrible. I’m in a gorgeous bridal salon, wearing a gorgeous gown, and I’m about to have to ask them where their restroom is so I can go puke.
What?!
What if it gets on the dress? What if I don’t make it to the bathroom? What if they tell everyone who ever comes to buy a dress in here?
So I told them. “I’m going to be sick.”
The girls came up with a plan to hurry me to the dressing room. One of them would strip the dress and my super snug bustier off while the other held up a robe and put the robe on me. Then they would rush me to the restroom.
So that’s what we did and it worked.
My mom came in there and held my hair and told me not to be embarrassed. She was sure it happened all the time. Right.
When I got back out there we decided to take breaks and let me sit down every once in a while. But I have to say that I was completely freaked out on my wedding day that it was going to happen again– only this time in front of 180 people. Fortunately for all of us, that did not happen.
I hope I’ve sufficiently made you laugh rather than gross you out on this lovely Friday afternoon.
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