Guest post by MOB Squad member, Linda Silvestri, sharing her day of wedding gown shopping with her Bride.
“Mom, I’ll be home this weekend, let’s go look for my dress” was all it took to make me realize this was for real. The date was booked and deposits were made everywhere, but the dress, now that was what made it real.
The first shop we went to visit had dresses, but nothing that really was THE one. Jessica tried on a few that she was convinced were her taste and was happy to pick one. Something just didn’t feel right. Too plain? Too sophisticated? Maybe that was it. It just felt like suddenly my beautiful high maintenance daughter was settling. She was wearing my cathedral length veil from my wedding and I just couldn’t see it with either of these dresses. I sighed and reminded myself this was her dress experience, not mine: yoga breaths, yoga breaths.
I offered to drive her anywhere to try other dresses. We left that store with the information on a card so that I could always go back and order the dress for her if we didn’t find anything else. At the next shop she found a dress that COULD be it, if it just didn’t have that apron thingie on the front. A seamstress was called in and said she could rework the dress to our specifications. However, if we didn’t like it … we were stuck.
We piled back into the car to get to our final destination and on a whim I suggested we stop into a small bridal boutique just to see what they had. After all, it was on the way. I reminded my daughter that 27 years ago I shopped for a dress with ideas of what I wanted and ended up with a dress that I would never have thought I would pick. I was so happy I listened to suggestions the consultant and suggested she do the same. You just never know how you will look until you see the dress on.
Jessica picked out a few dresses which were lovely, but still not THE one. The consultant whipped through the showroom and came back with a gown that was beautiful on the hanger. When Jessica came out of the dressing room she just stared at herself in the mirror. I started to tear up wondering who this beautiful young woman in the breathtaking dress was. Then she smiled and said, “This is it Mommy”.




Marisa Baratelli