We woke up early as we had been advised, by WED2B, to wait outside the store before it opened as it gets packed extremely quickly.
Thankfully, we were the only ones waiting outside the shop and Oh My God… I was having major butterflies!
I had dress styles in mind but I never thought realistically about them. I kind of didn’t think about my wheelchair. Would it fit in the chair? Would the train get caught in the wheels? Yeah… forgot to think about that!
I went with my Mum, my sister and a very good friend.
The entrance to the store is the width of my wheelchair maybe 6 or 7 times over, so definitely accessible!
Once the shutters reached the top, we piled into WED2B. We were greeted by a young assistant and she was really lovely. After I signed up on their tablet, I pulled out my tablet to show her the dresses I had fell in love with.
She began to look for the dresses and there were hundreds! I am not exaggerating, there must have been over 200 dresses at least!
The first dress she pulled out; I didn’t like the look of it but then I was told it was one of the dresses that I had saved in my favourites. So, I changed my mind and that was one of the dresses to try on.
A second dress was pulled out, and a third, and a fourth! With the assistant’s hands being full, she led us to the fitting rooms. There were about 10 or 12 changing rooms and each were spacious enough to fit me, in my wheelchair, my mum, my sister, my friend and the assistant!
I wanted to try both long and short dresses, as I have mentioned before I need to look at my feet to be able to walk a bit more confidently.
The assistant, Rebecca, unzipped the first dress bag and pulled out a long, puffy dress. Don’t ever ask me to describe wedding dresses as I am terrible!
It was mega puffy!
I raised my arms so Rebecca could place the dress over my head and then I could put my arms in the lacy sleeves.
Here is the first dress I tried on…
See what I mean?! Puffy!
Realistic for a wheelchair user? Definitely not! And what happened next confirmed that this dress would definitely not be the one.
If you can look closely at the mirror, you will be able to see that I am not sitting further back in my wheelchair. I hold my hands up and admit it was my fault, I forgot to shuffle myself back. I was too caught up in the moment.
Rebecca asked me to lean forward, so she could unlace the back, and as I did, I fell onto my knees. It did hurt but I tried to stay calm. “Lay me down” I said to Mum. Along with my friend, my sister was waiting behind the curtain, they laid me down and straightened out my legs.
I was in shock; I did shake a little. I laid on my side and tears filled my eyes. So many thoughts were racing through my mind.
Does this mean I won’t be able to get married? Is this trying to tell me that I am not meant to get married?
After a few minutes, I sat myself up and everyone helped to take the dress off. Once I finally calmed down, I shuffled myself so I was sitting with my back to my wheelchair. With Mum and my Sister stood beside me and my friend in front of me, they helped me to stand and then I could sit in my chair. Thankfully, my legs were strong enough to do this because I was worried for a few minutes, that I wouldn’t be able to get up.
Rebecca did ask if it was best to call the paramedics but we gratefully declined, I was OK just a bit emotional.
I didn’t want to waste any more time feeling sorry for myself so I asked, “Can I try on the next dress, please?”
Rebecca placed the wedding dress back in the bag and unzipped the second
This was a short dress, with a lovely design.
I was still a bit tearful hence why I am looking away. I can’t stand or walk barefoot as it causes agonising pain so I have to wear trainers.
I liked this dress but didn’t love it enough to be the one.
So, off came the dress, placed back in the bag and onto the 3rd dress.
This was the dress that I had mentioned earlier, not liking the look of it but once Rebecca pulled the dress out of the bag, it just looked different.
Once I had the dress on, even without looking in the mirror, I felt that this dress was the one. It just felt right. It felt like it was my dress.
I’m not going to include a picture of the dress now, am I? Don’t want to spoil anything!
You will have to wait until September!