Bridal Mart-Round 2
Many people say Disney World is the "happiest place on Earth." I agree.
BUT in a close second is Burlington Bridal Mart.
I can proudly boast that I have twice ventured through those glass doors into the wonders that are bridal heaven. I have been warned about the dangers of disclosing too many details of what I have seen today, but I feel it is my duty to inform you as best I can about the adventures of a whirlwind trip to a small NC town we like to call Burlington. Therefore, here is my story.
MOB and I had been to BBM on a previous occasion, but I could sense the excitement building as the BTB peered around the corner of the Big&Tall Casual Male store to see the Bridal Mart sign. Upon entering we were greeted by a chipper young sales associate who gave us the layout of the store. Destination gowns, sheaths, A-Line, rack after rack after rack. Several garments (descriptions have been witheld to protect the innocent...meaning myself...from the BTB and the MOB) were chosen and immediately tried on. As an offical MOH duty, I helped the BTB prepare in the dressing room for her arrival in front of the wall of mirrors. One had to be careful when changing, brides were whizzing around everywhere. Petticoats were flying left and right; the entire area was a blur of white. I was almost taken out by a young woman in a lace A-line gown, anxious to view her selection. One had to be careful not to step on the long trains of fabric trailing behind these bridal beauties, for causing a BTB to face plant on the Bridal Mart carpet is a serious Bridal Mart foul.
Unfortunately that is as far as I can go; I have been sworn to secrecy. (although, I can say that our own BTB was the most beautiful BTB there!)
Although, I can describe briefly our encounters with the bridal party section of the store. Apparently the way it works is that "samples" are available in random sizes. Therefore, I tried on garments far too tiny and far too large. I was a real-life bridal Goldilocks, if you will. The most memorable dress was a lovely magenta number with enough extra material in the bustline to store several bottles of fine liquor. It was a true "rum runner" dress if I may refer to previous posts.
There was also the small problem of my own depth perception as I walked into a mirror rather than the dressing room curtain. Trust me, a space full of so many mirrors can be quite tricky. Luckily, even though it may be hard to believe, I have had my fair share of awkward moments and was able to play it off quite nicely. I was simply trying to examine the way my pores looked in strapless pink.
After many hours of shopping, it was finally time to leave. We finished our bridal adventure with veggie burgers from Burger King and Ice Dreams from Chick-fil-a. (we don't like to limit ourselves to only one fast food establishment.)
Is there a Bridal Mart-Round 3 in the future? Time can only tell.
BUT in a close second is Burlington Bridal Mart.
I can proudly boast that I have twice ventured through those glass doors into the wonders that are bridal heaven. I have been warned about the dangers of disclosing too many details of what I have seen today, but I feel it is my duty to inform you as best I can about the adventures of a whirlwind trip to a small NC town we like to call Burlington. Therefore, here is my story.
MOB and I had been to BBM on a previous occasion, but I could sense the excitement building as the BTB peered around the corner of the Big&Tall Casual Male store to see the Bridal Mart sign. Upon entering we were greeted by a chipper young sales associate who gave us the layout of the store. Destination gowns, sheaths, A-Line, rack after rack after rack. Several garments (descriptions have been witheld to protect the innocent...meaning myself...from the BTB and the MOB) were chosen and immediately tried on. As an offical MOH duty, I helped the BTB prepare in the dressing room for her arrival in front of the wall of mirrors. One had to be careful when changing, brides were whizzing around everywhere. Petticoats were flying left and right; the entire area was a blur of white. I was almost taken out by a young woman in a lace A-line gown, anxious to view her selection. One had to be careful not to step on the long trains of fabric trailing behind these bridal beauties, for causing a BTB to face plant on the Bridal Mart carpet is a serious Bridal Mart foul.
Unfortunately that is as far as I can go; I have been sworn to secrecy. (although, I can say that our own BTB was the most beautiful BTB there!)
Although, I can describe briefly our encounters with the bridal party section of the store. Apparently the way it works is that "samples" are available in random sizes. Therefore, I tried on garments far too tiny and far too large. I was a real-life bridal Goldilocks, if you will. The most memorable dress was a lovely magenta number with enough extra material in the bustline to store several bottles of fine liquor. It was a true "rum runner" dress if I may refer to previous posts.
There was also the small problem of my own depth perception as I walked into a mirror rather than the dressing room curtain. Trust me, a space full of so many mirrors can be quite tricky. Luckily, even though it may be hard to believe, I have had my fair share of awkward moments and was able to play it off quite nicely. I was simply trying to examine the way my pores looked in strapless pink.
After many hours of shopping, it was finally time to leave. We finished our bridal adventure with veggie burgers from Burger King and Ice Dreams from Chick-fil-a. (we don't like to limit ourselves to only one fast food establishment.)
Is there a Bridal Mart-Round 3 in the future? Time can only tell.
8 Comments:
Excellent account of Bridal Heaven MOH. Now why didn't you call your mother like you were supposed to when you arrived back on campus? xo
And yes. MOH is right. Our BTB was indeed the lovliest.
don't worry all, I am safe and sound. Plus, don't be fooled. The MOB couldn't have been too worried because it took her three hours and a wedding blog post to question my whereabouts.
Excellent review. And excellent dress-fluffing and changing assistance. Except for the part where I got lost in the dress and was trying to holler for help from beneath the mounds of crinoline. Thanks for the stealth photography, too.
Its true. For a moment I thought i had lost the BTB. Then she finally exclaimed, "I got it!" only to emerge back out the bottom of the dress. Fortunately, Onita was there to help us through the crinoline maze.
My friend Christie thought it was called the "Bridal Barn." Now, if that doesn't scream classy, well, I don't know what does.
Maybe she thought it was bridle?
Good one BTB!!
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