Are you a grown woman who plans, at some point in your trajectory, to be wed in a garment designed specifically for the occasion?
Well, here is my free tip: Buy your wedding dress now! Do not wait till you’re engaged. Do not even wait till you’re dating someone! The only thing you need to wait for is your skeleton to achieve its maximum adult dimensions (hence “grown woman”).
I know this isn’t the common consensus. And I’ve somewhat removed the shock value of this suggestion by being currently engaged myself.
Disclaimer: Almost everyone I know bought her own wedding dress the straightforward way (at a boutique or specialized store) and in the traditional timeframe (i.e., after she was engaged and after she had set the date and venue of the event). Each of the women I’m thinking of looked gorgeous, and she was happy with her decision. That’s all that matters!
On the other hand, I am cheap and have clutter phobias. Of the two dresses I wore for my high school proms, the first I got at a Goodwill, and the second came from Ross Dress for Less.
My older sister, Yee, made a much-discussed prom dress for herself from children’s Batman sheets.
Quin had my mom hand-sew a perfect replica of the chartreuse lace Versace dress that Beyoncé wore to the 2003 MTV Movie Awards, but then she always was the flashy one.
Also, during my childhood we moved around a bit. My dad had a small penchant for buying houses “lock, stock & barrel” — meaning the departing family barely packed (usually due to a tragic personal circumstance or death) and all the decor, half-drunk liquor and random Neil Perricone, M.D. cosmetics were ours to keep upon signing the deed to the house. Random and unconventional, perhaps, but my dad loves nothing more than the idea of getting a little something extra for free. Consequently, I have no idea where half of my most prized possessions are, as things like your favorite childhood stuffed animal can become mercilessly lodged beneath a towering pile of Perricone’s Alpha Lipoic Acid canisters. To this day, I try not to become too sentimental about my personal effects.