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Munich: My Dirndl Shopping Experience

September 29, 2018 By Caroline Trudeau Leave a Comment

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It’s was raining Friday night in Munich.  I had planned on meeting up with one of the ladies from the Global Digital Women network but she had to reschedule due to sickness.  I suddenly had a free evening.

In 8 days, Oktoberfest would tap its first keg and open its doors for millions of visitors to enjoy.  Soon, the streets around my Munich pied-à-terre would be filled with festival-goers, dressed up in their traditional Bavarian attire.  Right around the corner, literally…

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Last year, I had conveniently concluded a three-city European vacation in Munich, under an official business reason, but specifically to attend the world-renouned event. A few weeks prior, in Frankfurt, while working the IBM booth at the International Motor Show, I had enthusiastically shared my upcoming plans with some of the colleagues.  Andrea had inquired: “Caroline, you have a dirndl right?”

Up until that point, I had considered it potentially culturally inappropriate to dress myself in the customary apparel.  I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but think of how I would feel if a non-Canadian (or anyone else for that matter!) showed up at a Canada Day party dressed up as a Mountie.  I know, wrong.

“Andrea, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to wear a dirndl, I am not Bavarian!”

She quickly rebutted: “Caroline, it’s inappropriate NOT to wear one.  You will feel left out and you will not have fun.”

Oh!  Ok then.

I may never get a chance to do this again.  Go for it.

That night, to make sure I would get something in time, from my Frankfurt hotel room, I immediately ordered something pink from dirndl.com.  I took a chance on an affordable dress and felt lucky about my pick when I tried it on upon my arrival home.  A few days later, I had packed it as part of my next cross-Atlantic trip clothing selections.

Andrea was right.  I had fun, and I looked cute.  At an IBM event at the Wiesn one evening, a Bavarian colleague even commented that he was honored I had participated in the tradition by dressing up.  This, I didn’t expect and I was humbled by his words.

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Oktoberfest, September 2017

Dressing up is a must.

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Fast forward to this year.  I am back in Munich meeting people, attending networking events and a conference, interviewing and job hunting.  At a social gathering a few week ago, my new-found Bavarian friend Julia asks me: “Caroline, do you have a dirndl?”

Proudly: “I do!  Let me show you a picture!”

She hesitates, as only a German can do before she shares: “OK, that’s nice, but you need a proper dirndl.”

Oh, a “proper” dirndl.

I’ve been around this place long enough, listening and paying attention that I know exactly what she means.  There is a difference between a costume and Tracht.  My 2017 dirndl is a costume and if I really want to be perceived as appropriate, I need a legitimate, well-fitted and classical robe.  Especially since the third day of the main event of my visit to Munich, the Bits & Pretzels conference is a networking event at the Oktoberfest venue in the Schottenhamel tent.  She recommends a few places for shopping.  “But don’t wait too long.”

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On that rainy Friday night, I decide: it’s time to shop for my “proper” dirndl.  I walk about 10 blocks to one of Julia’s recommended spots, Angermaier.  As I approach the store, I start feeling like this process might be more complex than last year’s online shopping experience…  I am glad I have a few hours before the store’s closing time.

 
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I walk into the store and am almost immediately overwhelmed.  There are literally thousands of options, neatly lined up on rack after rack.  My strategy: take a first pass around the whole store and then get serious about a selection process.

As I walk through the store, I can’t help but touch some of the amazing fabrics I see: velvet, lace, silk, taffeta, wool.  I end up in the fancy section where wedding gowns are amongst the beautifully displayed creations.  I take a peek at a ticket, just out of curiosity: €1800.  This definitely isn’t my section!  But I am not surprised to find myself here.

I head to the sale section, in the basement.  I’d be delighted to find a bargain for my “proper” dirndl, but unfortunately, the only models that are on sale are ankle-length.  That’s not it.

I know what I want: a knee-length, lace-up bodice, dark-colored skirt, with a little edge.

I head back up to the section organized by size.  For several minutes, I look through hundreds of options.  This must be what it’s like to shop for a wedding dress…  I’ve watched enough “Say Yes to the Dress” on TLC to know that there is a point at which it becomes impossible to make a decision and I trust that when I put it on, I’ll know which one is my dress.  I trust the process.

I head to the dressing room with 4 option.  First one, meh.  Second one, potential.  Third one, she is the one.  I don’t even try the 4th one on.  An hour after stepping into the store, I head to stand in line at the cashier, “proper” dirndl in hand, excited about my success in this process.

As I approach the cashier, I realize there is a ticket with a price on the apron.  It’s also not the same size as the dress.  I begin to wonder if in the dressing-room madness I imagine must exist in the restocking of non-selected items, the original apron must have gotten mixed up along the way.  I ask for help.

Greta agrees with me. “We find you the right Schürze.”  I follow her to a previously unseen section of the store where walls are filled with apron options.  We look for the right color: pink (duh!) and select a few that could work.  “You try it on.”

As much as I don’t want to go through the undressing and dressing and undressing again and redressing process, I remember Julia’s advice: “Make sure you get help from one of the ladies, they know what they are doing.”  I suck it up and step into a corner dressing room in the apron section.

When I walk out, Greta lets out a “Wow!”

“Greta, is this “proper”?”

I can tell from her non-verbal that it is.  She shows me how to tie and hide my bodice ribbon and swiftly knots the apron on my right hip.  As I ensure I am satisfied with the final look, she confirms with the manager that I can have this specific apron as part of the price of the dress.  See, this one has a little extra bling on it, a gold lace-like stitching at the bottom that is normally extra.  Of course.

As Greta shares the news that her manager approves, she can tell I am delighted: “I love making happy my customers.”  Thank you Greta.

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I’ve worn it twice already.  Stay tuned for a “proper” picture after this Tuesday’s events from #bits18.

Dressing up is a must.

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