Okay, so let me tell you about this whole haas bridal thing I went through recently. It wasn’t even for me, it was for my cousin, Sarah. She ropes me into everything.
Getting Started with Haas
So, Sarah gets engaged, right? And suddenly, it’s all about the dress. Someone mentioned haas bridal, said they had nice stuff. So, one Saturday, we decided to check it out. We drove over to their place. It looked fancy enough from the outside.
We walked in, and yeah, lots of white dresses everywhere. Like, blindingly white. A lady came over, asked us what we were looking for. Sarah kinda just mumbled something about ‘princess style but not too poofy’. The lady, let’s call her Brenda, started pulling dresses. Lots of them.
The Trying On Marathon
Then came the fun part. Or not so fun, depending on how you look at it. Sarah started trying them on.
- First one: looked okay, but the lace was itchy. Sarah kept scratching.
- Second one: way too much sparkle. She looked like a disco ball.
- Third one: nice shape, but wrong shade of white. Who knew there were so many whites?
We spent maybe two hours just getting in and out of dresses. Brenda was patient, I’ll give her that. She kept bringing water and saying encouraging things. I mostly just sat there, trying to look interested, nodding and saying ‘oh, that’s nice’ a lot.
Honestly, the whole thing started feeling familiar. Not the dresses, but the vibe. The pressure to make the ‘perfect’ choice. It reminded me strongly of my time working at that tech startup a few years back. Everyone running around, stressed out, trying to build the ‘perfect’ product, terrified of making a mistake. We pulled all-nighters, argued over tiny details, pushed ourselves to the limit. For what? Stock options that ended up being worthless when the company folded. Seeing Sarah agonize over beads vs sequins just brought all that stress flooding back.
Making the Call (and Remembering Stuff)
Anyway, back to haas bridal. Sarah finally narrowed it down to two dresses. One was simple, elegant. The other was more dramatic. She stood there, looking in the mirror, asking me what I thought. I told her they both looked good, but she had to pick the one she felt amazing in. Standard advice, right?
She chose the simpler one in the end. Brenda took measurements, we paid the deposit, and they said it would take six months. Six months! Seems crazy long for a dress.
Walking out of there, I felt relieved it was over, but also kinda thoughtful. That whole startup experience? It burned me out bad. I left that whole scene, remember? Took a completely different path, working with my hands now, much quieter life. Seeing the pressure in that bridal shop, even though it was about something happy like a wedding, just made me glad I wasn’t in that high-stakes game anymore. Whether it’s picking code or picking a wedding dress, sometimes the pressure just isn’t worth it.
So yeah, haas bridal. They did their job, Sarah got her dress eventually, looked great on the day. But for me? The whole process mostly just served as a weird reminder of why I quit my old life. Funny how things connect sometimes.
