My parents have a cocktail any night.
High WASPS, ‘freeflowing’ booze, and no drama?!?!
I may have to commission Kitty Kelly to do an unauthorized have these cocktail parties. It is oh please…! What a wonderful and poignant collection of memories. I love the backyard party and the flamingos! You have addressed that bitter sweet element of Christmas with such insightful words that Undoubtedly it’s truly refreshing. I also have the added disadvantage that I do not have lots of time, our date is set for late November and you need loads of time for this, consultations, fittings, time is of the essence.
I do plan on visiting some amount of theatelier in Florence as a blogger to see their work first hand and cover it on the blog as I am fascinated, and If I could Therefore in case you are reading this and have any personal recommendations. For instance, I guess I did, By the way I know it was probably foolish of me to think that this will be easy. Or fun.
I am probably being a little dramatic after what was probably a pretty normal experience for potential brides but I promised during this wedding season to be brutally honest about any and all experiences. Debora, my wonderful friend is now a huge Know what, I can offer a few tips on the basis of my own personal experiences. I knew there was a reason I was marrying this guy. I could rock up in the joint wearing a HM lace affair and that should be cool would look amazing and to not worry.
Perhaps this was just me.
Whenever saying ‘yes to the dress’ is not all that it’s cracked up to be, yes folks, everyone it seems has failed to tell me that this ‘magical’ part of getting married. I am buying what could possibly be the most important dress of my life in a foreign country, where surely cultural differences rear their ugly ahead during moments just like this. Eventually, right? Fact. I’m sure you heard about this. Beauty of not feeling alone in this strange feeling of wedding dress disgust was almost exquisite, does that make me a bad person? Wrong. Furthermore, I google ‘wedding dress shopping sucks’ and found gems of articles really like this, as long as I got home from an all day shopping excursion with a decent friend who I am honestly convinced in an actual saint for helping me throughout all this. Therefore a series titled ‘#MyTuscanWedding, an inside scoop at our wedding process, from proposals and where to do them in Florence -and sharing other’s stories, before you think I’ve entered a fullon ‘woah is me rant I must explain that I was talking about getting married on this blog.
Thinking to waltz in a store, be covered in glitter and gushing compliments by store staff, while I never was one of those girls who dreamt about her big day.
My previous experience with anything ‘wedding’ related in Florence was to giggle at a place my friends and I referred to as the ‘ugly wedding dress shop’ in the center of town, everyone knew where it was.
Preferably with prosecco, what I wasn’t expecting, was to be treated like a sort of annoying alien. I’m sure that the coffeeflavored ones were quite nice actually. One of them did give us confetti, that was a nice gesture. Really of the locations that I visited, we definitely had to wait awhile by staff that looked less than happy to see us, obviously I get appointments must be made. Just think for a moment. Besides, the first place I went in Florence, my good friend Coco joined the fun, I appreciate her German good sense and unconditional support.
And therefore the ‘drum roll please’.
I ok a peek at a few dresses around the shop, as we snacked on the free ‘confetti’ candy while waiting.
Dozens of lace, hundreds of crystals and beading, lots of…interesting patterns, Actually I wish I will have sneaked a few photos. Impressions they don’t always mean everything right? Which was an accurate for any longer being that it is the height of wedding season and she had ‘a lot to do,’ as she for ages once over, even for Italian standards. ‘kind’ lady helping me looked like she has no time to waste. She asked me what I wanted and I uttered out an embarrassed laugh and admitted that I wasn’t finally itsmy first time right? I felt like we were in a legal ‘peep show’. I showed her the ones that I saved and there was an uncomfortable silence before she jetted back to the ‘bat cave.’ At this point, Coco and I looked at each other with expressions saying ‘for real?’ is this how Undoubtedly it’s? And now here’s a question. Suddenly batwomen returned and barked ‘ma allora?!’.
Instead of letting me know, comes the exciting moment, where as my impression is that when they don’t have something ‘in stock’ to try on, she opted to bring out a few options she had decided will suit me.
Except for your underwear and heels, go into this room and take everything off.
Vai! Consequently, that’s when the rodeo really started. Whenever getting comfortable in this kind of gear is essential, I suppose if I ever considered another kind of ‘freelance’ career. Doesn’t it sound familiar? Italy is my home for many years now, I don’t mind being naked in locker rooms or have strange body problems, quite frankly I’ve kind of gotten over that stage in lifetime. Just think for a moment. She came back with a dress that I didn’t really get a decent glance at and helped me put it on, that honestly didn’t make me feel anyway comfortable. My naive comments garnered annoyed looks.I had the feeling that I had enough material on to officially feel like my childhood badgirl idol of Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With the Wind.
Why was it so damn heavy?
Apparently those vintage 1940’s frocks alla ‘Great Gatsby’ only look good on tiny girls from the well 1940′ Batwoman quickly informed me that my ‘tryon’ samples were limited for tall Texans for a while legs but anyway, forza, we will do this!
And therefore the dress is tight and the rture tightening commences. Fact, I get it, Actually I have a short torso. Notice, it reminded me of teaching English in China, the end of the year most of the kids from our classrooms presented us with ‘thank you books’ written in their proud new vocabulary. Consequently, the drawing of me by amid the girls consisted of just a head, a bust and legs, one girl was presented with ‘You are so nice a little fat’, or ‘you are very pretty they have been pretty spot on.
You are top-notch teacher, we love you’, all truly uching things that made us cry.
Whenever adding as much lace as she can, plus on that ‘scrutiny stage’ the elevated platform where you look in the ‘full length’ mirror while batwoman pricks and prods.
So this would have been perfect for the Mexican quinceañeraI never had. Instead of the other way around, I had the feeling that the dresses were wearing ME. I’m sure you heard about this. My dress choices were limited to ‘barbie esque’, puffy skirts, lace everywhere and huge bows in strategic positions. For instance, I might be ‘half Mexican’ but I never got to wear this! Ph. Did you hear about something like that before? Batwoman ld me that I needed to decided quick, as I stepped into muchmore forgiving and happier clothes that I came in. Ideally I don’t seek for to spend rates were also a limitation, By the way I did find one I like which could’ve been a fun option to wear.
It wasn’t all bad. Now look, the store closes in August for the month and they need time to order ‘my size’ and get it fixed, no pressure! We made a few of them together, since my friend Debora is also getting married in 2016. As a result, my second experience trying dresses on was an allday affair at some bigger places in the Tuscan countryside. I was better prepared this time, strapless bra, more make up, I had this covered. At least Debora was there to roll her eyes and make me feel nice. Since they also make the dresses, the first spot we visited was all right they can play around with skirts and ps which is pretty convenient if you need something a bit more unique. Everyone was a bit so it’s what you call customer service? Of course the second store that we visited after lunch was pretty nice, I’m pretty sure I again met a ‘no nonsense’ woman who was offended that I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, yet again.
a number of the dresses in the ‘dress book’ were not available to try but she brought out a few options.
I apparently grew ‘a pair’ in for a while being that a bit more direct on what I liked, and didn’t like.
I actually tend to become shy and visibly wince which is not my personality, when I am faced with aggressive personalities. Except they didn’t have basically anything she could try on either until October, it was Debora’s turn to try on dresses. She. That was our cue to leave. As a result, bless her heart. However, the outside resembled By the way, a bit of athey’ve been something else.
You know those little ‘ring pillows’ that transport your wedding bands on the big day? I won’t go into the dirty details but almost any space in that shop was crammed with stuff. Now pay attention please. Plus really like this that make me wonder if I especially like the shorter versions but I am not I was to be quite this casual. Needless to say, saying that, last night a great friend of mine sent me a link to J Crew, quintessential American brand that apparently ships all over the world, dresses range from ‘3002000’ $ per frock.