On the same afternoon of the previous post... After we had soaked up our hangovers with a nice lunch we decided to continue the search for a dress and we popped into another shop to have a little look around.
Unfortunately the dresses in this particular shop were not very well looked after and it looked like they had picked the worst ones to put on display.

The bridesmaid dresses were fuchsia pink puff balls quite reminiscent of the Topiary Bay Trees that people have outside their front doors (Be good Bridesmaids, these are still on my mind!) and the main wedding dress looked more like a prom dress.
We had a quick browse before moving on to a different village where another shop had been recommended.

By this time we had been joined by one of our other friend 'A' who had managed to offload her son to her next door neighbour for the afternoon to join in the fun. Indecisive me, always need to plethora of opinions to ignore! 

This shop was smaller than the first, classier than the second and to be honest a bit strange.
We had to take our shoes off at the door and we were stared at almost wordlessly by the staff until some dresses had been picked to try on.

In here I found another princess dress which was slightly better that the first (my head didn't look quite so much like the scene out of Beetlejuice where his head is shrunk) but it still wasn't quite right, perhaps the princess style just isn't for me.

I then tried on a very similar dress to the one I had see that morning, again it was lace and very beautiful. It came with a Cathedral length veil which M was in raptures over, even suggesting that perhaps if I did choose not to wear one that the Bridesmaids could? 

Anyway, I did like the dress very much. It was slightly different in style and had a bit more 'bling' on it but there was something that for me was still missing. M & A both liked it, although I think M liked the veil more than the dress to be perfectly honest.

The price was high and the shop wanted a 50% deposit on it, when I spoke of the other dress I liked which was slightly cheaper they offered to do me a deal for the same price as the other dress but I had to put a deposit down there and then otherwise I would have to pay full price.
Actually I  was not particularly keen on the full length cathedral veil, thinking it made me look a bit too sweet and innocent (Mother Theresa came to mind actually) I asked if I could perhaps chose a different one instead for the same deal. Unfortunately the ladies customer service and sales technique did not have me convinced she would  even find out if I could do that.

This was all a bit too much for me having at this point only been to two shops and still feeling a yearning for that "perfect dress".
I arranged to go back to the shop a few weeks later, hoping by then to have more an idea of the type of dress I was looking for. But the sales assistant was very clear that if the deposit was not paid at that very instant she may not be able to offer me a price match deal.
Sales people scare me at the best of times as I am very weak willed and nearly always say yes to anything. (I have a £5 a month subscription to help working Donkeys in the Middle East, the sales person caught me at a vulnerable moment, my Mother had not long passed away and everything I saw or heard about made me feel emotional, hearing stories about donkey's keeling over through stress & lack of food and water just about finished me off, I think I am lucky it is only a £5 subscription and not £50 because I would have given it to them!) but being forced into a dress that yes I did like but wasn't 100% sure on made me feel quite cross. I still have 18 months before the day itself, which means I probably have another 6 months to find a dress! 

I want to look and feel beautiful on my wedding day and no matter how expensive the dress is if you don't have that 'special' feeling about it, it's just not going to make you feel like that.

Funnily enough on the day I had made the appointment to go back, I had completely forgotten about it due to some other issues occurring at the time and only remembered later on that evening. The shop hadn't even called to see if I was going to pop in to pay the deposit on this sale she seemed so desperate for. 

By this time I had been recommended a few more shops and by god I was going to find 'My Dress' in one of those! 

 
The reality of our first white dress shopping experience was quite the opposite.

In our infinite wisdom M and I decided to get a bottle of wine in on the Friday night before my early Saturday appointment. But with M and I it is never just one bottle, its three..... OK, OK five!

Cue two horrendously hungover ladies running late, looking for a wedding shop that neither of us had been to, not entirely sure I should have been driving due to the amount of wine consumed the evening before (this fact made even more prominent, when I accidentally clipped a curb whilst going around a corner and M, a very nervous passenger in usual circumstances; shouted "WEEEEEEE!!!" and laughed as it happened). Anyway we got there right on time and met up with another one of my lovely girly friends there and went into the lions den.

I had spent the best part of the night before panicking into my wine glass about the shopping experience as I have never dared let myself think of the perfect white dress. I had visions of a big princess sparkly jewelled dress, as that seemed fitting for my personality and probably in style the last time I thought about getting married when I was about 10!

The shop seemed to have white dresses coming out of every wall and around every corner there were more, as I looked around I recognised nothing.
Explaining to the kind shop assistant that I had no idea what I wanted she handed over about 8 little coloured discs that I could put over the hangers of dresses that I liked. I shared these out with my friends and we got to work. As I pulled out and examined the dresses my mind was in turmoil (not just because of the hangover) I didn't recognise any of these dresses, none were the big sparkly puffballs of my childhood dreams, they all seemed to be sophisticated grown up people's wedding dresses. Nothing that would look right on me.
My friends however (both married), had no such issues merrily going around picking dresses for me to try on and getting excited, I half heartedly put my discs over a few hangers including one that was kind of puffy and princessy.

For the next hour I was pulled in and out of about 8 dresses, none of which were having the desired effect on me (even my princess dress,  for some absurd reason made my head look small). 

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Small "Beetlejuice" Head
Until the last one which was a lace number in 'fishtail' style which actually looked nice.

I actually liked it. 
M did not have a veil at her wedding and now has veil envy of anyone that gets married and insists on me trying on veils with dresses. So I had this beautiful dress on with a veil and as I peered into the mirror I actually thought I looked like a bride... Could this be "The One"? 

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