The Dress

April 20, 2009

To Me, You Are Perfect

This is where it gets exciting, because at any wedding, everyone always wants to know about it – yes, THE DRESS. I’ve promised NO pictures but I thought it’s worth chronicling my own adventures looking for the dress and how I eventually found it (or it found me?). And yes, it was love at first sight.

I won’t deny it – the first thought that came to my mind after settling down from the dizzying post-proposal high was this: what would I wear? Like any other girl, finding the illusive PERFECT dream wedding dress was vying with others to be at the top of my priority list, and judging from the number of wedding dress nightmares I had at the start, I couldn’t convince myself that I thought of the dress as something “not-that-important, it’s just for that one day in my life” no matter how hard I tried.

They say that you’ll know when you find the perfect dress, but I didn’t think so. You see, many girls I know have dreamed of their wedding dresses before they could even walk; a lady I met before found her dream dress when she was 18 and when she got married at 24 she made a beeline for it. I, on the other hand, was clueless. Girly-girl as I may be, I had no inkling of what I wanted. I also learnt something about wedding dresses: your wedding dress is a very personal thing; someone else’s dress will never look as perfect as yours. It isn’t so much of a mine-is-nicer-than-yours catfight-jealousy-worthy type of mentality, but it will always remain as a fact that whatever dress you wear on your wedding day, it is perfect in your eyes.

After a few unsuccessful attempts at browsing the “wedding strip” up on Sydney Road and David Jones (it was so bad that not one of them caught my eye), and an effort that could rival finding a needle in a haystack, I redirected my desperate efforts to the boutiques in Singapore. One December morning, while I was early for my appointment with another boutique, I wandered mindlessly into the lovely, plush Renee L. boutique with my sister.

I browsed through the collection and nothing caught my eye at first, but Robin (from the shop) picked out a dress and convinced me to try it on. Hesitant but not wanting to douse any possibilities (remember: go in with an open mind!), I jumped into the changing room and before I knew it, there I was, standing in full glory of exquisite French lace and duchess satin, in the perfect gown – it was love at first sight. Every single detail on it was beautiful and perfect. It was, in short, very me. My sister – undoubtedly my most dependable and honest critic – voted in favour of it.

I took my mother to see the dress the next day, and even the hefty price tag didn’t stop her from falling in love with it too. Mom thought it was perfect, and that was enough for me (you know what they say – approval from the parental units means the world to a bride no matter how much they deny it). But the winning card was the fabulous service we got from the crew at Renee L. Ever so patient and warm, they make you feel incredibly pampered like a princess. I liked that I could trust them.

That’s the thing about shopping for your wedding dress: keep the affair small (remember: too many cooks spoil the broth!), and bring only those who will not bat an eyelid about being brutally honest with you. Being overseas and unable to see to every little detail, service and dependability was also an important factor for us. In the end, every other dress and boutique paled in comparison and it wasn’t a tough choice to make.

To cut the long story short, 24 hours was all it took to have the deal signed and sealed. And the nightmares have since ceased.

As for the shoes, they deserve another post on its own!

[written by the bride-to-be]


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