(Unlike these people we were one of the people in the inside line, the one closer to the dresses.)And if that sounds crazy just remember we didn't have any wild hats on or stupid hot pink shirts proclaiming our indispensable NEED for THE BEST DRESS OUT THERE FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT (BUT ALSO FUN LOVING) BRIDE. The two brides in front and behind us were pretty sweet and weren't as crazy as some of the gong ho girls we saw.
Right before the eight o'clock they lined us up before the entrance (mostly for safety sake so people wouldn't fall down the stairs.) At that moment everyone's adrenaline was pumped up and as silly as it sounds we were all very nervous about GOING SHOPPING! Anyway, once i ran into the store i lost any sense of direction or where i was supposed to go. Instead of going to the prized "vault" room, where all the designer dresses were, i sprinted all the way down grabbing as many dresses as possible and getting a meeting space near a mirror. Thank G-d for Marina, who remembered the instructions I overheard a few minutes before the opening of the store. At least someone followed them.
The first half hour was pretty chaotic with people trying on piles and piles of dresses. We were looking for original looking designs - one of the first dresses Betka tried on was interesting but the next few seemed like real duds. While i was helping my sister put on the dresses, my mother acted as an anchor for all the dresses we accumulated. Kind of like this person:
Marina meanwhile went to barter the dresses we didn't want for potential dresses for my sister. I later followed suit and although i didn't see any physical fights break out people were pretty protective of their "loot". I ventured into the vault room a few times where several Asian ladies had two racks to themselves and were pretty serious at not letting anyone near the dresses. By bargaining skills proved less than stellar and i didn't really end up bringing any dress of interests. However, Marina did.
Every time a bride found a dress she and her whole crew would applaud loudly. This got to be a tad annoying, since at times it seemed we wouldn't find our perfect dress. There was also lots of cameras and photographers around, i was little bit protective of my half-clothed sister at one point. Since there are no fitting rooms the whole floor turns into half-naked women trying on dresses in front of everyone.
By the third hour we were there, the place had half emptied out. My sister, the tireless bride to be, was putting on dress after dress - the amount of energy in her possession was pretty amazing.
My sister wearing the early dress that she liked caught the attention of another girl. Who persisted to follow her throughout the store. The girl begged to try on the dress. However, we stood firm, explaining that we will give the dress up only if we pick another one, not until then. Finally the choice came down to three dresses. My sisters made an unexpected (but a very good choice) and we ended up giving the cool/original wedding dress to the other girl. She put the dress on right next to us and as she looked in the mirror she started to cry. Besides my sister finding a dress, that was the most rewarding part of the experience. And although in the past i might have ridiculed a woman for crying over a dress, the moment was extremely tender and i understood how much it meant for her to own the dress, besides the dress really did compliment her. (Yes i have gotten soft in my old age.) So now there's a gorgeous wedding dress hanging in my living room with a similar price tag:
(all photos taken from boston.com)
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