I tried on dresses! I bought a dress! I took notes! I mean, I scribbled out drawings on my iPhone.
I went to Kleinfeld's Blowout Sample Sale in NYC. I didn't really research where to buy wedding dresses in NYC, but a) I work kinda near it, b) I heard it had a show on the TV, and c) Kleinfelds is the fancy princess dress store and I very much wanted a fancy princess dress. Unfortunately I do not have the same budget as a fancy princess, so I bought a VIP pass to the Kleinfeld's Blowout Sample Sale.
At first I wasn't going to go, because when I hear about bridal sample sales, I think of roaming, semi-feral packs of friends all wearing matching tshirts and clubbing each other to death over the first spotting of what might be a Vera Wang.
The VIP pass was on a sample sale website, and it gave me access to the sale before they opened the doors to the public with my own consultant and my own dressing room. Fancy! Instead of rabid bride madness, everyone was so lovely and nice to each other. There was peace across the land of dresses. There was still that vague sense of urgency that all sample sales have, but even then no one seemed to be going for any of the same dresses I liked, so it was okay.
I even got to play dress up with sparkly hair things!
I think the only people there who didn't seem to be having fun was a surly looking mother-like woman in the hallway that seemed to disapprove of All Dresses*.
*Not my mother, obviously, because my mom is super awesome. She loves the pictures I sent her of my dress.
My consultant, Elena, was so great! I brought in a picture and was all "THIS ONE" and she pulled everything that was remotely within my budget and description. She actually found a dress that was so like the picture, I thought it was the same one until I realized a shiny thing was on the other side! That was the one I tried on first, and it was definitely the dress. Still, we tried on allll the other dresses just to make sure. But the first one was it. I pranced around in it for a while in the store and people smiled at me in spite of me quietly singing "I'm a priiiinceeeeess" in high pitched voice. Here it is!
I promise, it's really pretty.
The cameras were around and I saw bits and bobs of television happening, but never came into direct contact with it. I've watched the show a handful of times and recognized a few people, and they were all very nice. Two behind-the-scenes tech guys held the door open for me when I was leaving with my dress, so that was useful.
Everyone was very cheerful and happy for me when I was carrying the dress out. The girls in line, instead of descending upon me with deafening screams of "WHY IS SHE IN THE STORE BEFORE THE SALE STARTED?" started cheering and clapping for me. It was disturbingly sweet and I thank them for accepting me as one of their own.