The Wedding Chronicles: Dress Distress

What happens when two extremely opinionated, completely uppity, fashion a-holes go shopping for a wedding dress?

Um…

Backstory: One of my besties happens to be the supremely talented fashion designer, Norman Ambrose.  After runway collections shown at New York Fashion Week and sold in Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus, Norms took an incredible detour into couture fur. But as he is now plotting his highly anticipated return to ready to wear, I decided he could kick it all off with finding me a wedding dress.  I waited for him to hang up in my face but he gamely accepted the challenge.  And then he took over.

He made appointments all over town from Bergdorf’s to Oscar de la Renta. I stuffed myself into lace and tulle, ballgowns and mermaids.  I couldn’t get excited and it’s possible I may have I shown my dismay. Below is a fun tour of my facial expressions while loading myself into a buffet of white at some of NYC’s finest stores. 

Undeterred by my poor attitude, Norms went for broke and created a new plan.

He called and said, “F*** it, we are going to Kleinfeld.”

“Wait, what?! NO!”

“Tuesday 1 PM.” And then he hung up.

Hold on to your hats, people. Norman and Cat are going to Kleinfeld.