Kleinfeld: Take Three

April 19th is Veil and Headpiece Day!
Well, people, Tuesday was the day you were all not-so-patiently waiting for: Veil and Headpiece Day!

My mother-in-law (sorry, but it sounds better than my Love Cub's mom), my mom and I all took off from work so we could play at Kleinfeld together. I wasn't able to schedule an appointment for earlier than 2:30pm, so we decided to pal around in the city to kill time.

My mom and I arrived at my MIL's house around 11:30am, ready to shop...and eat. We decided to take a walk in the rain to grab some fuel at Good Enough to Eat, a quaint brunch spot on the Upper West Side. If you're ever in the area of 83 & Amsterdam and need sustenance, go there. Bangin' menu, fully stocked bar and warm, cozy atmosphere. My Philly readers will know what I mean when I say that this place reminds me a LOT of Honey's Sit 'N Eat, my hands-down favorite restaurant EVER!

By the time we finished eating, we looked at the clock and figured that we still had some time to kill before we could mosey on into Kleinfeld. Lissy (my MIL) had mentioned over brunch that she was having trouble finding a dress for the wedding, so we decided to take a detour to the Macy's in Herald Square to try our luck in their formalwear department.

Macy's, 151 West 34th Street, New York, NY
Okay, if you have never been to that particular Macy's, let me fill you in on a little secret: that place is a F@(%!#& ZOO! We got there at 1:00pm, which should've given us ample time to be in and out of there...if it was a normal Macy's. This Macy's is on steroids. And crack. And probably meth. It took us 23987532098754 minutes just to get to the elevators and another 23985472 minutes to get to the floor we needed. My mom and Lissy hit racks running like they were competing on an episode of Supermarket Sweep. We were able to find three gorgeous gowns, but had run out of time. Luckily, we were able to put them on hold. The dresses would have to wait until after our Kleinfeld appointment. We did go back later in the afternoon and it's a good thing we did...one of those dresses "spoke to her." SCORE!

We got into the showroom right around 2:30pm. I was already used to how massive the place was, but my companions were in awe. It was so cute to watch them tip-toe around the waiting area and peek around the pillars at the action deeper in the store. A few minutes after our arrival, my original saleswoman, Deborah, came to meet us. She recognized me immediately and acknowledged the addition of my entourage. Upon seeing the moms, I'm sure she knew that this was not going to be as cut and dry and she had thought.

Much easier said than done.
She already had the gay veil and gay headpiece I had selected at our previous meeting pulled out for us. All I had to do was try both things on, write up the order and bounce. Pfft, yeah right...if only it was that easy! 

The headpiece wasn't the problem. The moms freaked out when they saw it on my baby head; they thought I looked like a princess. The problem was the veil. I wish I had had a video camera to capture the look of disgust that crept on their faces when she put the veil on my head. You'd have thought that she smeared feces on my face and flung the remains in their general direction, their reaction was THAT bad! They were totally appalled. Great.

Like this, but less fru-fru.
Back to the drawing board. If you can recall, I didn't even want a veil to begin with, but was willing to wear a blusher to appease the moms. Deborah duped me on my last visit and talked me into a cathedral-length gay piece of gay. Fine, except they hated it.

At that moment, I decided to do something COMPLETELY out of character for me: I decided to give up control of the situation (GASP!) and let them pick my veil. Let's face it, it wasn't important to me from the get go, so why not give them the honor of picking. Besides, they both have great taste; I knew I was in good hands.

Neither woman thought that a cathedral veil was going to match my dress, so Deborah started pulling elbow and fingertip veils for me to model. I tried 239854723057 of those suckers on, but we couldn't find "the one." Right when my mom suggested that we look elsewhere for the veil, Debbie found it. Wanna know how we knew this was it? The waterworks. As soon as that thing was secured in my hair, my mom's eyes welled up. That was the gay veil that she wanted to see her baby girl wear when she walked down the aisle and Lissy agreed with her wholeheartedly.

I'm not going to pretend that I went gaga over the new veil. Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful and will look awesome with my dress, but it's just not my thing to get excited about. Who knows, maybe I'll cry a river when I go back in July to pick the thing up. To be continued...again.

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