In keeping with the truism that one woman's discarded bone-white Vera Wang organza ball gown is another's score of the century, Brides Against Breast Cancer has been connecting budget brides with gently used dream dresses for some time now.D.C. brides take note: The group's touring bridal sale rolls into the Dupont Circle Hotel beginning Friday, and you might find your dress and help the cause at the same time: Proceeds from the sales and tickets go towards the organization's mission to offer resources and outreach to women suffering from breast cancer.Will we see would-be brides dressed only in sports bras wrestling over gowns, as they would at the annual Running of the Brides? One can dream.
The sale offers a lot of tulle for not a lot of dough. Most of the thousand-odd dresses, organizers say, are priced between $99 and $799. All of the gowns are donated to the organization, with some gently used and others still toting the original tags.Admission is a little convoluted. For first dibs on the dresses, spend $40 for VIP admission on Friday night, which gets the bride and a buddy in for early shopping, plus champagne and hors d'oeuvres.If you want to shop early on Saturday morning, buy a Pink Power Hour ticket for $20 and get two hours of unencumbered shopping before the masses are allowed in. General admission (Saturday from noon to 8 p.m. and Sunday from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m.) is free, but all guests must still reserve tickets.
This weekend, I went shopping with a friend of mine, doing what I do best, i.e. encouraging her to buy everything she looked cute in (and vice versa, although I didn't look cute in anything, SAD FACE). "You're so bad to shop with!" she exclaimed, holding a pile of clothes as we waited in line at the register. "I'm spending so much money…"When it was her turn at the register, we stood there chatting as the salesperson rang up all her items and bagged them. She announced the total and my friend paused our conversation to hand over her credit card. We made eye contact as she signed her receipt, and I could tell both of us were thinking the same thing. When we got out of the store and had safely turned the corner, we both stopped in our tracks."Wait, wait, wait, how was your total that little?" I asked frantically. "It should have been twice that!""I know, I know, I know!" she exclaimed, digging through her shopping bag, searching for the receipt."Was something on sale? Is everything in there?" All of the clothing she had purchased ― two dresses, a pair of shoes (on sale), a skirt, and a pair of jeans ― was accounted for.