So the final fitting has come and gone as quick as a thought that was incredibly important that you forget as soon as you remember. Wow, say that ten times fast. So to sum up my final dress experience: sub par. It seems as though as soon as a dress shop makes the sale and swipes the Visa, the customer service descends into a vat of UN-awesomeness, just as we watched the fashion era of the 80s plummeted into a great abyss. Obviously, these are two very similar situations :P. Anyways, lucky for me, I did not have to face this alone. Thanks, Renee.
So, as I slip into the dress I notice that the train situation that I thought was being taken care of...was not. Last time, I made it clear that I did NOT want a train, and I wanted the ENTIRE thing removed. The seamstress told me she would leave just a bit because it finishes the dress. Blah Blah Blah. Whatever, that was fine. WELL, apparently, "a bit" means a foot. Lame. So as I stood with Renee debating on whether or not to blow a gasket or calmly accept the excess of fabric, we waited and waited and waited for someone to come by and direct us to a decision. Nope, who would care about a bride and the most important aesthetic aspect of her big day? No big deal.
Finally, the seamstress comes by to see 'how I was doing in my lovely princess dress' (insert British-y accent). "Not good. I'm planning on dragging this through the dirt on a FARM for pictures and dancing the night away. I was hoping the train would be shorter." And so it goes on until we agree on adding a bustle... sigh.
So there you have it. I'm not 100% sure this is my fault or theirs. I let them leave "a bit"; however, I'm kind of undecided. The bustle, I think, will be OK, but I would have rather had it off after the first alteration. Please add your thoughts, maybe some suggestions on what I should do.
Well readers, I hate to disappoint, but the first wave of complete wedding anxiety came in the form of a hurricane today. My life is pretty much as the PEAK OF HECTIC this week, so among other things, wedding priorities has made the stress list :( But may I point out that it is at the bottom, meaning low amounts of stress. My parents and in-laws met with the caterers today, obviously, since I don't live there (also adding to anxious level). I'm glad they could meet with the chef and decide on two very delicious meals. Lemon garlic chicken with wild rice and steamed veggies along with a prime rib and stuffed potato meal. Great choices! They also checked out the hotel rooms at the Pomeroy and were very pleased. So all you out-of-towners: don't worry, we are treating you well! I also have another dress fitting on Saturday. The final one. After that they keep it until April and I bring back when I move home (my new favorite word: home). I have no worries about that actually. So you are wondering right now: What, may I asked, is she so stressed about? I ask myself the same thing. I have a wonderful mother+[in-law] who are happily looking after the details, which all seem to be falling perfectly into place. Maybe it's just the week. Maybe it's the allergies. Maybe it's just school. Maybe I'm just a drama queen. Yup, let's go with all of the above (+/- the last one).
PS- Pray for my sanity :P
