say yes to the dress

So some London friends of mine came down to Paris to help me pick out a wedding dress.  After a disappointing botched appointment (the place I called turned out not to be the one I wanted) we finally made it to a cute second hand boutique where the lady delicately laid out dresses I had requested to try.

The first on the list I had high hopes for because it was 1. new and not used and 2.  cost 300 Euros.  I tried it on and crossed my fingers.

My friends loved it.  I mentally checked off dress on the list of things to do. 

But because trying on pretty dresses and having people ohhhh and ahhhh at you is so much fun we decided to try on all the dresses. From mermaid to long train, I tried it all.

Then we got to the last dress which was one that I thought would be just fun to try on mostly because it looked like a ballerina dress mullet in the picture; short tulle in the front and long fabric in the back.  But in reality the tulle was floor length with a long fabric train. 

Anywho I tried it on and that’s when dilemma struck.  I loved it.  The silhouette was unique, asymmetrical neckline with a low waist.  An added bonus was the drawstring back giving endless eating potential.  The other dress I would have to eat and suck.  This dress would do the work for me.

This dress also cost twice the price of the other dress. 

I turned to my friends for guidance.  They were also torn.  Did I want white or ivory?  New or used?  Simple or drama?  Dress or dress and iphone?  

As we woooed and hummed, one of my friends starts putting something on my wrist.  I know you won’t like it Kelly , she said, but I just can’t make out what it is and I just want to see what it looks like.

I looked down and there, sitting on my wrist was this amazing golden wire crystal cuff bracelet that went with this dress and this dress only. 

I bought the dress.  Or at least I tried to.  I had brought my checkbook but they wanted id (duh) which was sitting in my apartment 45 metro minutes away.  I tried to use my bankcard but because it was the end of the month I was past my monthly limit.

ATM?  Tried it but the price surpassed my daily limit.

In the end, the three of us fully employed women scrounged together money like college students trying to buy pizza and came up with the right amount.

I have the best friends.