Prancing in a wedding dress...

I got the phone call! Actually, I made the phone call but got the answer I wanted hear. My wedding dress is finally in! One stress taken care of. Yay. So I went in for my first fitting yesterday. Girl leads me to the fitting rooms at the bridal shop, I see my dress hanging on the wall. Still looks good (thank you!), looks like what I bought, but man was it wrinkly! One of the questions I asked as I later went out the door after the fitting was "You are going to have it cleaned and pressed....right?" The answer was positive.

So I put the dress on. Hmmm, this bustier part is just a little too big (understatement here). I come out of the dressing room. Girl hands me these foamy things. 'Cups' she calls them. 'Stick them under your boobs, thick part at the bottom'. Uh huh. Okey dokey. I do as girl says. I look in mirror. Hmmm, the 'cups' really do nothing for me. I think I got a wierd look on my face at that point. Girl says 'Wait until the seamstress comes out, she'll tuck you in'. Uh huh, OK. Girl asks, 'Did you bring your shoes with you that you will wear at the wedding?' Yes, I did, but I wasn't all that sure at this point that these will be the EXACT shoes that I was going to wear. They're flipflops with a 2 inch heel (which really isn't all that tall, even by my 'I don't do heels' standard). But flipflops with a heel in a wedding dress, walking on uneven grass, and dancing countrystyle in a barn....I wasn't so sure of this mix. I told girl that I had had the salesgirl write down a style of shoes that I had tried on when I first found the dress. Hmmmm, ya, apparently they only have one left.... a size 11 (now, I never clarified if that was one shoe, or one pair of shoes, but at that point I just heard one and size 11 and nixed those plans of potentially buying that pair of shoes). So, lesson learned. When it comes to stuff like wedding attire, don't get buyers remorse before you even buy the article. Cause 7 months later it ain't gonna be there when you've finally made up your mind that you NEED that particular thing...in this instance....the shoes! Sooooo, flipflops it is!!

The seamstress who did my alterations? I think she might have been 20 years old. Am I being prejudice about age here? No not really. I just want my alterations done right. No I want them done perfectly. I don't have a lot of time here for a little nip here and a little tuck there, and 'oops' made that a little too small, here, let me fix that for you. Ah, but I'm judging the girl before I've seen her work. I admit, she did get right down to business and tucked and pinned away. So I'll give here the benefit of the doubt. Heaven forbid I become bridezilla at this late date. Or maybe it's at this particular time that brides become the bridezilla due to the pressure and stress of bringing all the tiny, and at a later date after the wedding, insignificant details, of their wedding together. Wouldn't surprise me. But it's not a claim to fame I'm willing to label myself with. Anyhow...back to the fitting.

I pranced around the bridal shop in the dress. Heck, what else am I supposed to do in a flowing gown and kitten heels that flipflop? Then I pranced my way back into that dressing room, removed the boobie cups (where in the heck do I put these suckers now???? Not to worry, I found a pocket to tuck them in), tucked my flipper flops back into their box, and slid out of my dress. Girl told me not to worry about special underwear...you know, the kind that hides those special curves us 30-something girls get when they get past 25 years old and their eating habits sneak up on them. Girl figures I don't need compression undies. I thanked her for the complement...although I might investigate that option...just to see for myself.

I'll leave you with that thought.......