Karie, 1989 was also the year of my (first) wedding, but it was such a low-key informal affair that my search for a dress went like this:
Take a study break, catch the trolley to the late great John Wanamaker's, try on a fitted ivory "riding suit" style, ask a stranger what she thinks, buy it. Home studying again two hours later.
For my sister's winter wedding a few years later, I managed to talk her out of huge-skirt puffed-sleeve fuchsia satin bridesmaids' dresses and steered her to sleek off-the-shoulder black velvet. I already owned two of the huge-skirt puffed-sleeve colorful satin confections and wasn't looking to invest in a third. Proud to say the black velvet was the only bridesmaid dress I ever owned that I did, in fact, wear again.