Dec 09, 2006 02:42
I went dress shopping to cheer myself up after my insurance exam disaster.
I tried on an $11,000 dress. ELEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, PEOPLE. Of course, there wasn't even a bit of an intention to buy it, but I saw the price tag and I just had to know what exactly an $11,000 dress looked like. I mean, for that price, I want to come out of the dressing room looking like Heidi freakin Klum. Ok, so it didn't make me look that good, but it did fit me very well. But not $11k well.
Apparently the lace on the dress is handmade by some woman in NY who personally sews in onto the dress. Also, Vera Wang's label happens to be attached to it.
Vera's dresses actually fit me like a glove (incidently, I'm the same size as Vera Wang's sample dresses!). However, I'm not a label whore and I'm certainly not spending an extra $3k-$5k on a dress just because some woman's name is attached to it. The only reason, in my mind, to wear a designer dress is to TELL people you're wearing a designer dress (unless you run in the sort of circles who just happen to know by looking at it -- and those people exist, believe me -- and then it's just to SHOW that you're wearing a designer dress) and I certainly have no intention of running around my reception telling people I'm wearing Vera Wang (I used to think there had to be something super special about the fabric, like it had to feel like butter or something, and, ok, the $11k dress had a silk shell lining that felt fabulous and a velvet sash that was the only velvet I haven't cringed at touching in my life, but I couldn't tell a difference between the fabric on the $6k Vera dresses, and the dresses I tried at the NC salon that were 1/6th its price). So my money will be going somewhere more important. Like the British photographer I'm platonically in love with. Or my school loans. You know, whatever.