Last week I mentioned the very TV Ate My Wardrobe nature of the outfit I would be wearing to a wedding I was attending (of my soon to be brother-in-law) and this tale starts with an episode of Hannibal. Weddings are not the first thing that spring to mind when thinking about this show, but as I have mentioned this really is the most TV Ate My Wardrobe story of them all.
I had been looking on and off for a dress for a while even ordering a few from & Other Stories; sadly they were not quite the right fit and lent credence to my ‘try it on before you buy’ shopping philosophy. This is why online clothes shopping is not my favorite; receiving fun post is always a treat, sending it back less so.
Back to Hannibal and the episode in question is “Dolce” with Margot Verger’s wrap dress catching my eye (to the surprise of no one). Instantly recognizing it was Diane von Furstenberg I went to all the usual sites I check to find out exactly which DVF dress it was; instead stumbling upon a version of Margot’s dress ideal for a wedding and not crazy expensive thanks to it being from The Outnet.
You see Margot’s one has long sleeves and is far more winter/fall (which makes sense considering the cold climate at Muskrat Farm).
Now this is not the kind of thing to impulse purchase (or maybe it is) and as I’d already had to send dresses back because they didn’t fit properly hesitation set in. Also despite having a lot of money off the original price it was still a BIG PURCHASE. Cue an unrelated trip to London and an afternoon drinking in the sun at the Wild Card Brewery (would recommend).
*Setting the scene* Just look how lovely it is.
Here the combination of the sun and beer plus the very easy ability to order from a phone meant the dress was purchased followed by a quick surge of excitement with a hint of buyer’s remorse. Plus a brief panic about clicking the wrong size (I had not).
The wait for it to be delivered was full of anticipation over how it would look on and when it did arrive rather than tearing it out of the box I slowly removed it with trepidation. This was quickly followed by embarrassment from having issues putting it on because apparently I don’t understand halter necks/wrap dresses. However it fit and this was quickly followed by the realization that it was pretty low cut and super cleavy; neither of which are in my style wheelhouse. The pockets which weren’t mentioned on the description did a good job of distracting because my feelings for pockets apparently trump cleave worries.
Cut to the day and my too much boob fears had grown because I was going to be in a cathedral and I like to over think things. It also didn’t help that on the way to the church a creepy dude uttered “nice outfit” while staring at my chest with no subtlety. Way to up amp up the super paranoid feelings while also grossing me out. (insert Liz Lemon eye roll in the direction of this guy here)
Thankfully I didn’t dwell on this moment (well not for too long) and the day was fantastic; the bride was stunning (full on gasped when I saw her dress as it was that good) and the groom was dashing. The company/weather/food/drinking/dancing was all top notch and my fiance did an excellent job as best man (also high on the dreamy stakes) The only minor hiccups involved having a tent to sleep in with no poles (we borrowed another one), a blowup air bed with no stopper and hurting my ankle when I switched out my heels for flip flops. I am nothing if not consistently clumsy.
And now for the awkward photos of me in the dress bit. Despite years of watching ANTM I have yet to master the posed posed shot. In selfies my smile looks good (which sounds weirdly braggy) and for some reason I go all confused face when it comes to other pictures. So with some hesitation here are some shots of me in the DVF ‘Amelia’ crepe and satin-twill halter wrap dress. Oh and adding to the TV Ate My Wardrobe of it all the lipstick is Besame 1946 and is used on Agent Carter.
Now to start planning my own wedding. Eek. Expect updates.