Get dressed

It’s a funny feeling the first time you try on a wedding dress. There’s your face in the mirror, staring back at you – but it looks as though someone has photoshopped your face onto someone else’s body.

A body swathed in white satin, or tulle or lace, or whatever. The body of someone who’s definitely getting married.

dress-blog-story.jpg“What do you think?” asked Eva, the nice – but brisk – lady who was helping me.

“I like it,” I told her.

“Yes, but is that because you really like it or because it’s the very first wedding dress you’ve ever tried on?”

Ah, she was smart, that one.

I’d gone to my first ever wedding dress trying on session with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. After all, it’s meant to be the most important dress you’ll ever wear, right? I love shopping, most of the time. But I really hate it when shop assistants are breathing down your neck and asking you if you need any help. And there was going to be plenty of that going on.

I know what I like when it comes to clothes usually. But it’s not like I have a lot of experience with wedding dresses. How am I supposed to know what I like in that department?

Most of all I was just worried the underwear I was wearing wasn’t nice enough, but I don’t have a lot of white stuff. Why I got it into my head that I had to wear white I don’t know. It wasn’t like any of it was going to be on show.

My mother-in-law Linda accompanied me to the posh-looking shop, which was handily close to my office. I arrived before her, and like a total chicken, waited outside for her to arrive. Posh shops always put me on edge.

Once she arrived, we went in and were sat down with the assistant, Eva, who took my details. When she found out my wedding is in September she told me it was just as well I was looking for a dress now, as they usually need seven months for the whole process. Seven months? Crikey, if I’d known that I would have started looking earlier.

“And you have to remember,” she told me. “We don’t work in August so you’ll have to have your dress practically ready for the end of July.” Ah, yes, I forgot Spain as good as shuts down for the whole of August.

After flicking through the catalogue at lighting speed, we selected some dresses to try on. But there was absolutely no way we would have the time to try them all – as we only had an hour, right from the moment we walked through the door.

The whole experience was quite surreal, not helped by the fact that I kept giving Eva electric shocks (caused by friction or my brain short circuiting, I’m not sure which). And we were slowed down a bit by the fact she kept getting her pin cushion tangled up in the dresses.

I must have tried on at least six, and they were all perfectly nice, but I didn’t have a “wow, this is the one” moment. Which apparently will happen at some point, according to nearly everyone I know who’s been through the process themselves.

I left almost feeling like it would have been better if they’d all looked foul apart from one, then my mind might have been made up.

When I went to bed that evening my mind was swimming with thoughts of wedding dresses. What if I never find one I like? What I pick one that looks just OK, and end up hating it?

The thing that put me off a little about the shop was that I felt a bit “production line bride”, the same sort of feeling I got when we went to visit our first wedding venue. The whole place was full of brides racing to find the perfect dress before their allotted hour ran out. It didn’t seem fair that things seemed so rushed when we were all potentially spending so much money.

It was an exciting experience, but it was also – dare I say it, quite stressful. No wonder I couldn’t get to sleep that night.

In the end I told myself to stop being so silly. I was getting married one way or another. It didn’t matter if I wore a bin bag, it was still going ahead.

I’ll find the perfect dress in the end, won’t I?

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4 comments

  1. I’ve been married to a Spaniard for 20 years. Lived in Spain for ten of those.
    Make sure you know exactly what you are getting into…mind you, your mother-in-law sounds English? which helps. Mine was out-and-out never-been-out-of-the-mountain-village Spanish…book material for the future!
    Good luck to you & Jose (whoops – bet that’s his name though ;-))

  2. Katherine Robinson

    Hi Maria,
    Thanks so much. What I’m getting into? My, that sounds ominous! I’ve been living in Spain for seven years now and with Jose (ok, you guessed it! :)) for five of those, so hopefully there’ll be no shocks or surprises one we finally get hitched.
    Your mother-in-law sounds like a bit of a character! Mine, Linda was born in Cuba but grew up in Miami and speaks perfect English. she is an absolute angel and is more stylish and with it than I’ll ever be. I am so lucky to have her.
    Congrats on making it to your 20 year anniversary (that’s China, right?) Hope you did something nice to celebrate. x

  3. Hi Katherine
    Thanks! Ignore me, I was just referring to the inevitable culture clash but I think it will be different for you – my lot and his family are (dare I say it!) quite old-fashioned, whereas I was from a busy capital. I hadn’t realised they expected me to change totally once I married! You guys sound much more modern! My mother-in-law sounds very different from yours (and of course speaks not a word of English!). One thing I can never complain about is that marriage to a Spaniard is never boring! When they love, they love you with a lifelong passion and I wish you both great joy x

  4. Katherine Robinson

    Hi Maria,
    Well I can safely say no-one in my fianc√©’s family will be expecting me to change after we’ve got hitched. Sounds like you did well to keep your sense of humour!
    Totally hear what you’re saying about being married to a Spaniard – one thing I will never ever be is bored (Though I do want to throttle him sometimes!)
    Thanks so much for your kind words. xxx

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