I attended this phenomenon the very first time it came to Atlanta. I was the MOH in my childhood friends wedding and we thought it would be fun to see what all of the hype was about. It was pure insanity, we were the first people through the doors and within seconds every dress on the racks were being tossed, traded and strewn about! Mountains of tulle and taffeta paired with mother's screaming "I need a size 8 strapless, fit and flare". Needless to say we did not leave with a gown.
My advice? If you have the morning to take off work and go for the fun of it, I say do it. But don't expect to find a dress. I hate to be Debbie Downer but these dresses are shipped from city to city, thrown all all over the stores, and tried on by hundreds of people. All the dresses I saw were losing their beading, stained and some even torn.
Finding your wedding dress is such a magical moment that should involve twirling on a pedestal surrounded by mirrors with your mom tearing up at the sight of you. Not having a line of screaming brides waiting to rip the gown off you so they can have it too. Happy Running!
images: Impressions Bridal Salon (r) MSNBC (l)
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