You know the feeling … that feeling of dread and doubt when you have to attend an event you aren’t sure you have the right outfit for. Can I make this dress work? What about that one? What do I do if I can’t? What then?
We’ve all been there, feeling like we needed a sartorial miracle to get us through.
That nagging voice in my head surfaced when Peter and I received our first formal wedding invitation. I was basically encouraged to dress “as formal as you can without being black-tie“.
I pride myself on having a fairly full closet, so for most occasions I would either wear something I had or buy something new.
After a quick assessment I realized nothing in my closet would work … unless I wanted to re-wear an old bridesmaid dress. I also wasn’t too keen on buying something new and expensive either. I didn’t really know the couple … I’m about to leave for Europe … how often would I wear a long dress anyway?
I was about to give up, wear something I owned and risk feeling under-dressed, when my inbox pinged three days before the wedding:
ANY DRESS $40 ~ Leave with a dress rental Thursday-Sunday for just $40. Only at Rent The Runway’s NYC stores.
So after a year of silent observance, I finally took the Rent the Runway plunge. I’ve seen friends donning their dresses for months, and have heard more rave reviews than I can count, I just never felt the need to join the fun.
I popped into the showroom Thursday after work and browsed the selection. I’d say there were a couple hundred dresses to choose from, and I probably grabbed 12 or so to try on. About an hour into designer dress-up, I slipped into a red Badgley Mischka number and knew instantly that this was the dress. As I stood in the three way mirror, I had visions of myself pairing this with gold accessories, and wearing my hair swept to the side with romantic curls. It was perfect, and it was mine for the weekend.
But as we all know, not all dreams go exactly as planned…
Peter and I rented a car to drive down to DC the morning of the wedding. We gave ourselves a six hour window to get there. Plenty of time, right?! We’d check in a little early, get ready, and head over to the church by 3 pm.
That proved to be wishful thinking … apparently the fairy godmother can only do so much.
No, we of course got stuck in traffic, and made it to the church at about 2:59 pm. My makeup was done in the car somewhere between Baltimore and DC, my hair was thrown up into a makeshift (but lovely) sock bun, and that beautiful designer dress was thrown on while standing half naked outside a cute little walk-up a block from the church in Georgetown.
So maybe real-life fairy tales aren’t quite as picture perfect as the stories we heard growing up. But perfect or not, I still felt like a princess that day, and definitely had a prince on my arm.
Thanks for saving the day Rent the Runway!