Other than bridesmaids or on-duty uniformed employees, no one wants to show up to an event in the same dress as another woman.
I am not sure why this is ‘a thing’. Shouldn’t it just be confirmation of your excellent taste? But it is embarrassing.
I had a really great dress. It was a rare splurge that was totally worth it and I always felt like a million bucks in that dress. I wore it to work and parties and pretty much anywhere I could. I loved it.
The dress and I were attending our friends’ wedding. I was standing around with my future husband admiring the pretty outdoor setting of the ceremony, waiting for it to start, when I saw a familiar pattern across the garden.
“Hey!” I said to Michael. “A lady at another wedding is wearing my dress.”
I moved closer to get a better look (not sure why but it was like when you see your hometown in a movie or on TV and you get all excited).
“She’s at this wedding,” Michael corrected me when he saw the woman. “That’s the aunt.”
I was suddenly less excited to see the dress.
For a second I considered running home to change, but the wedding was starting in minutes and there was no way I could make it.
The dress was not subtle. It had huge polka dots in pink, black, red and white. I know it sounds ugly but it was a really nice dress.
It looked great on the aunt too.
Our eyes met and we smiled and made a little joke about how we could step in if there was a bridesmaid emergency.
I don’t embarrass easily but I admit, I felt a little awkward. I was thirty-four years old and wearing the same dress as a senior.
That is when another woman showed up in the dress. Hers was a different colour combination (brown, beige, orange) but otherwise identical.
My older twin (aka The Aunt) looked shocked. “That’s my step daughter!”
“You should’ve had this one covered,” I told The Aunt who nodded.
The step daughter looked seriously annoyed. She came over to us and said, “Hello” but in a pouty way that put my feelings of embarrassment into perspective – I did not want to turn all snitty like Evil Step Daughter as I immediately named her in my mind.
The only dress anyone is interested is the one on the bride, I reminded myself. No one will notice! And besides, who cares?
I was wrong about people not noticing – they did and there were lots of comments and little friendly jokes. But I was right that no one cared except for Evil Step Daughter who accessorized her brown polka dot dress with a pained expression for most of the celebration.
It was a beautiful wedding. The couple were clearly madly in love and the bride looked gorgeous.
The Aunt and I danced like fools together for much of the night and had a great time in our pretty polka dot dresses.