By Rachel Gatulis, Special to The Baltimore Sun
11:38 AM EDT, October 10, 2012
A few months ago, I took a trip home to Boston to indulge my aunt and mother in some wedding dress shopping. I had them both pick a place they wanted to check out. I had not heard of either of these boutiques but, alas, I had decided this was not my day and I figured I would at least have some good stories to tell.
The store my aunt picked had potential. It was run by a former employee of Priscilla’s of Boston. I walked in and quickly realized this was not what I had had in mind. Dresses and fabrics and catalogs were scattered everywhere. Wasn’t this process supposed to be more glamorous?
To his credit, the owner did have a large variety of dresses and an incredible reputation. He was a designer and a seamstress so everything could be tweaked or re-made to my specifications. He was also super friendly and easygoing. You could tell he wanted your business and would cater to your needs. For example, he offered to do all of my alterations around my schedule, when I was home visiting, even on a Sunday (his day off).
I tried on a few dresses but nothing jumped out. I had one, very simple dress on to which he said, “This style is no longer offered. I could let it go for a great deal.” Sure. What kind of deal? $1,000 versus $2,000? You could have knocked me over with a feather when he responded, “50 bucks.” The dress was pretty but it wasn’t “the one.” I thought about buying the dress and donating it. My mom suggested having it be the dress I change into after the reception to traipse around Fells Point. I’m glad I didn’t buy it. It would not have been fair to the girl who tries it on and falls in love.
I was informed that the second, Grecian-style dress I liked could be ordered in ivory and in a long length to create a train. I was really warming up to the dress. Then, he hit me with the price again, “$200, and I’ll only charge $50 for alterations since it is technically a bridesmaid's dress.”
What? I don’t know how this stuff happens to me. You all probably think I am crazy but I ultimately passed on both dresses and, thankfully, have no regrets.
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