I was informed earlier this week that mom, Mandy, and I would be going wedding dress shopping. We didn’t have high expectations, but this would be the only opportunity that all three of us would have together, so we could at least give it a shot.
We dropped Darren off at the mall across the street. With a Sears and an REI, we figured he could entertain himself for a bit. Our appointment was at 11:30 and after checking in, Mandy was sent to pull about three dresses she liked. We had looked at a few online and found one of them. We saw another that we thought was really nice, and on a whim Mandy pulled a third that was a little different, but she liked the bodice of.
We met Sandy, our dedicated saleswoman, at the dressing rooms and started the process. She tried on the first one. It was nice, but a little blah. It just didn’t show off her excellent shape at all. The second was the one we saw online. Mandy was kinda “eh” about it. She tried on the third and it fit her really well, made her look great, but was a little overwhelming and not really what she had expected her to like. Sandy went back and pulled two more dresses – the first was a bit plain and was off in a matter of minutes. The second, however, was incredible. It showed off her slim body very well, made her look taller, didn’t overwhelm her, and was gorgeous. When Sandy placed the veil on her head, I started tearing up. So did Mom. Mandy hadn’t stopped smiling since she first glimpsed herself in the mirror. We all knew that this was the dress. It wasn’t anything we would have expected to choose, but it was perfect. They say that when you find the dress, you know, and that was certainly what happened with us.
Only 14 months until the wedding!
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