After discovering that I couldn’t get an appointment at the London boutique for the very-lovely-but-very-expensive wedding dress designer for at least three months, I rang round the rest of the UK stockists to try and find one that could fit me in the right side of my wedding. Bridezilla….me?
Luckily, I found a bridal shop in Birmingham which had a weekend cancellation, so that Saturday I got the train up to meet my parents and, fingers crossed, buy a dress. However, my dad – yes, my dad! – had been busy looking up wedding dresses online, and had read about a range from another shop which matched what I wanted.
My Dad had made an appointment for us to go there first, so my mum and I decided to humour him, then go to the second shop to buy my dress.
To my surprise more than anyone’s, I loved all the dresses in the first shop so much we cancelled the second appointment on the spot. I could have worn any of them. In the end, we went for the one both me and my mum absolutely loved – vintage style, without even a hint of puffy princess skirt.
I’m slightly obsessive about my future husband not finding out about the dress before our wedding day, hence I don’t want to say too much, but it’s lovely, my mum cried, and even my dad (who possibly has a new career in wedding styling) got all teary. I didn’t want to take it off in the shop, and when I woke up the next morning thinking about how much I loved it, I knew I’d found the one.