When walking down Brant Street I noticed this beautiful bridal gown boutique called Promises and Lace. I loved the name of the store, and the location seemed quaint. This was about two years ago, and I thought to myself how much I would love to buy my wedding dress here one day.
I got engaged this past December, and decided to visit the boutique for my dress. I was a bit nervous, excited and full of hope. This all faded immediately when I walked through the door, and was completely ignored. I was told that if we didn't have an appointment, we couldn't come in. Ohhhhh right, silly me. That's why they were stand-offish. With a smile I said I would gladly book an appointment, and left feeling as if the rude vibes were a little misunderstanding on my part.
I booked an appointment, convinced myself that my first impression of the store was incorrect, and awaited my appointment. When I arrived on the following Saturday for a 10:30 appointment, I stood my the entrance without being greeted for half an hour. I saw that the store was full with two other wedding parties, so my mother and I patiently waited. Finally we were spoken to.
Our sales representative asked what styles of dresses I liked, and proceeded to select the dresses she thought I would like. I would have preferred to simply look at the dresses myself, and point out which ones I would like to try on. I felt that by her selecting all of them for me, I was wasting her time, and my time. But, with an open mind I tried everything on, liking one dress only.
To make matters a little more uncomfortable, while I tried on each dress, and came out for my mom to see, all other customers where staring. Another sales representative even barked at me to turn around so the bride she was helping could see. While a group of women gawked at me, I stood there, embarrassed. In addition to that, when I wanted to try on the one dress I did like again, it had been passed off for someone else to try.
In the meantime, I asked if I could use a three-way mirror to see the dress I liked when I got the chance to try it on again (I was at the middle station with a small mirror and no riser to stand on). The older sales rep with short grey hair said we were not allowed to use that big mirror because they were waiting for an appointment. It was at this point that I felt unhappy, and disheartened. I thanked them (for what I don't know), and left.
After reflecting on how I always dreamed it would be to find my wedding dress I came to the conclusion that the Cinderella and Fairy Godmother good feeling is what I wanted the experience to be like. At Promises and Lace, I felt like the evil stepmothers and frumpy stepsisters were surrounding me. But alas, I found the Cinderella experience at a perfect bridal boutique in Dundas called Heirlooms. I purchased the second dress I tried on, and they even have a private room with big three-way mirrors for brides who are shy and prefer a little privacy.
I am very sorry for you. You had a terrible and humiliating experience. You are a human being and you deserve to be treated better than that.
Unfortunately, that's the way it is in Toronto. Most big cities in the world are full of nasty, snobbish, self-righteous, selfish, narcissistic 'people'.
I use the term ‘people’ loosely, when referring to these creatures. I call them, the “urban intelligentsia”. They think they are hip and trendy and part of some upper class, that you are not part of.
Every country’s biggest city is full of these animals. Toronto is no exception.
I invite you to come up Irma’s Bridal Boutique in Thunder Bay. People in Northern Ontario are very gracious and appreciative to have new customers. I don’t live in Thunder Bay, but I visit there, and I know they will treat you right. They will treat you with respect and dignity because there are not millions and millions of ‘ants’ crowded in to their city -- so every individual person is special.