Wearing White

I’ve been putting off wedding dress shopping.

I’ve picked out the flower girl’s dresses, my bridesmaids attire, my dad, My Someone’s dad and the groomsmen’s tuxes, the ushers outfits and even My Someone’s wedding attire, but in every way possible I’ve been avoiding trying on a wedding dress.

My sister was the opposite, the weekend after she got engaged, she went shopping with a clear picture of exactly what she wanted, tried it on, fell in love, mom cried, they bought it, end of story. Oh, and let me add she had 10 months till her wedding when her wedding gown was purchased.

Two years later, my time has come, and I couldn’t be more excited to walk down the aisle and say, “I do” to the man of my dreams, and for the most part, everything is coming together perfectly for that day. Except, my dress… Oh, and I’m currently four months out from the big day. Yep, four months.

“Just. Go. Try. Them. On. Already.” Everyone keep saying, but clothes shopping and I, don’t exactly have the greatest history.

Nevertheless, driving down Main Street in Middle-of-Corn, Kansas I spotted my dream dress in the window of a downtown bridal boutique. After a couple of weeks of slowly driving by and peering through the window to catch a glimpse of this dress, I worked up the courage to stop in after work.

It just so happened the dress was my size, and with shaking hands, I asked if I could try it on. I just knew this dress would be perfect and I’d have to bring my mom back later. Upon wiggling into to the mermaid cut, all lace and beaded V-neck dress with long flowing train, I left the dressing room to have someone zip me up. All was well, until she reached my rib cage.

I’m barrel-chested, so this has always been my problem with formal dresses. While a size 6 would fit me perfectly, no matter how thin I become, it’s not going to go over the ribs. Sure, I could’ve gone up a few sizes and had everywhere else altered, but looking in the mirror I realized it wasn’t just the zipper. Everything about this dress was wrong.

The dress completely swallowed me in some places and was too revealing in others. Despite the upper part not being able to zip, the waist was too baggy and too long… making it look like I was child trying to play dress up. The dress, itself, was already way too long, add in that it was seriously tight on my hips, it eliminated any chance of me dancing. Surveying North, all I could see was boobs, guaranteeing no one would ever notice my face in this number. Basically, I looked like a train-wreck Jessica Rabbit, in white. Not the look I was trying to achieve.

After reluctantly trying on a couple of other dresses, I accepted defeat and left the boutique. (<= That rhymed) All my fears of wedding dress shopping had come true. I didn’t feel like a bride, I didn’t even feel pretty.

In my dramatic aftermath, I swore off of food, texted My Someone to let him know I would be wearing a white burlap sack on our wedding day and drove to the gym to spend the next two hours working out. Yeah, I know.

So Saturday, when my David’s Bridal appointment rolled around, I didn’t have high hopes for the day. Armed with my mother and sister, I braved another round of looking like a can of busted biscuits.

Except, this experience was the polar opposite of my first experience. I’m not one to lean towards being a princess, BUT I definitely was treated like one. The consultants at the Joplin David’s Bridal had printed off all the dresses I had favorited online and pulled the ones they thought would flatter my figure, they handed me undergarments that made me feel straight up Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and left me to wait in the dressing room.

This may be strange, but my favorite part of the experience is that someone else put all the dresses on me. My first experience I felt all the pulling and tugging I was doing would ruin the dress, but I didn’t have to worry about that at David’s Bridal, I just stood there while they made the dress look how it was supposed to and laced me in.

My very own Scarlett O’Hara moment, and let me tell y’all, it was wonderful.

I ended up falling in love with 3 dresses. Yes, 3. I then narrowed it down to 2. One was a sassy high-low number, that, as stated by my mom and sister, “reflected my personality” and the other, which was exactly what I always imagined myself in.

The runner-up dress, you'll have to wait a little while longer to see the winner ;)

Obviously this isn’t me (I doubt carbs in general aren’t in this woman’s diet) but this is the runner-up dress, you’ll have to wait a little while longer to see the winner πŸ˜‰

I honestly had no idea which one to pick, then the manager came in the dressing room with me, since she wanted to lace one dress tighter to really show my curves. In the midst of our wedding small talk she asked me, “Of the two, which do you think your fiance would love the most.” As soon as she said that I knew exactly which dress was mine. She finished lacing me up, I walked out of the dressing room, looked in the mirror and said, “this is my dress.” My sister was excited, my mom became teary-eyed, the crew of David’s Bridal consultants I had as an audience cheered (I picked the one they were hoping) and I got to ring their traditional “you found your dress” bell.

So with that I want to say to David’s Bridal, thank you for making an experience I was dreading something wonderful, and for making me feel like a bride. And to other brides and future brides, no matter what your budget you deserve to be treated like a princess, Scarlett O’Hara or whatever your inner diva is, don’t settle for less.

Oh and P.S., I can’t wait to marry this guy…016

23 thoughts on “Wearing White

  1. Sue Lynn Westfall Montazeri says:

    I am so very excited for you…….I love all of your blogs, but for me, I enjoyed this one the most…………….Love You Bunches……………:))

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      Thank you Sue Lynn! It’s my longest post yet, I was worried about the length and cut it quite a bit, so I’m glad to hear it wasn’t too much!!!

      Love you bunches, too! πŸ˜€

  2. Jessica says:

    Barrel-chested?! ME TOO! I wear a size 2 jean, had to buy a size 12 wedding dress to fit my damn ribcage, & have it altered down in the hips & bust. Its so embarrassing when you cannot zip up a dress… for homecoming & prom in highschool, I bought whatever could zip – color, shape, etc was irrelevant. I FEEL YOUR PAIN!

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      Such is the life of being Mini-Marilyn’s, or at least this is what I tell myself to feel better. She was curvy and people remember her for it. I’m more in the 4-6 jean size, but yeah… my wedding dress was double my size. Alterations are my best friend.

      Basically, I agree whole-heartily with your entire comment, it’s nice when people can relate.

  3. Megan @ Life on Planet Marsz says:

    I totally feel you on the rib cage thing–I am barrel chested, have big boobs, broad shoulders, and long arms–try buying horse show clothes growing up! I was nervous about trying on wedding dresses, too, but I got lucky to find the right one. Can’t wait to see the winner! Now’s the time to start getting excited! (And exhale!)

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      I don’t have long arms, but I’m right there with you on everything else! I can’t imagine finding horse show shirts, button up are a nightmare to fit! I was lucky with livestock shows, the dress code isn’t as stringent.

      I am slightly in the overly excited category now that I have a dress, thank you for the reminder, exhaling is exactly what I need to do!

  4. Kelly M. Rivard (@KMRivard) says:

    I’m hoping that Nightwolf never, ever sees this comment…

    But damn, you make me wanna get married.

    Congrats, Danielle. Even if we’ve never met, I am SUPER excited for your big day and so ecstatic that you found “the one” — both the dress AND the man. Plus, I’ve come to recognize his last name as being synonymous with “Awesome” (thanks to his brother) so I am STOKED that you’re joining that crew. Awesome deserves awesome πŸ™‚

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      Your whole comment made me giggle! Your secret is safe with me! Wedding fever is easy to catch, and hard to rid. Just roll with it…

      Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re right, the whole Hayden clan is awesome! I may be marrying Daniel, but David is now stuck with me forever as well. Muhahaha

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      Sorry Joan, I didn’t mean to make the waterworks start again! lol I’m excited too, I have the countdown all the way to seconds. πŸ˜‰

  5. Corinne Belton says:

    “like a can of busted biscuits”…what an excellent visual! And I have felt – and seen – this very thing in the mirror in many-a-dressing room! So glad you found your dress…and I agree with @KMRivard: the name Hayden IS synonymous with awesome; the whole family! Congrats!

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      I think it comes with being female and shopping in general. Men do not realize how easy they have it!

      I’m going to “third” that last part, the whole Hayden family = Awesome. Thank you!!

  6. Cindy says:

    Your dad showed me a picture and I have to say, you were glowing. Enjoy the experience and don’ sweat the small stuff. You will be a beautiful bride!

    • High Heels & Shotgun Shells says:

      Thank you! Yeah, he mentioned last night he showed the picture off at work. So much for a keeping it on the down low. lol
      I have to say after Dad saw the dress is the only time I think he’s ever sincerely told me I looked beautiful, on his own, without my mom prodding him. πŸ˜‰ So that was a pretty emotional moment for me.

  7. Elizabeth Martin says:

    I love love love everything about this post and MY wedding dress shopping experience was very similar – you comment about busted biscuits!!! hit the nail on the head! Good luck and I’m very excited for you!!!!

  8. Sunday's Child (trying to be full of grace). says:

    I am just a “lurking lucy” follower of your blog. I don’t “know” you. However, I got teary eyed just reading today. I am just so dog gone happy for you. My stomach is a little fluttery (rhymes with buttery) for you.
    ps. I have felt like a can of busted biscuits before, I thought I was the only one. πŸ™‚

  9. countrylinked says:

    So glad I took a moment and read this! I smiled, chuckled and cried! That makes an awesome blog post in my book! Best of luck as you continue the planning and don’t forget, in the end it is all about the two of you. Nothing else matters. πŸ™‚

  10. Brandi says:

    I have the same problem with clothes, especially dresses. Sigh. I like the busted biscuit analogy, pretty much sums up some instances. But like you said it’s good if I want to channel my inner Marilyn or Dolly πŸ˜‰

  11. Michele says:

    To my precious, beautiful Danielle……..it was a breath-taking moment in time that a Mother of the Bride cherishes. That first glimpse of your little girl, all grown up, looking stunning, surrounded by white is one of life’s, perfect moments. YOU looked PERFECT…….such a beautiful, young woman! Love you to the moon & back!!!!

  12. Christina says:

    Ahhh! Perfection is sweet isn’t it! The experience of being a princess is priceless. Oh and so is anything that makes you feel like you could be in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers! Best musical EVER. Period.

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