Yesterday was my scheduled Dress Pickup, Take 2. Not sure if you read or remember the first part of this story, but here’s what you should take away from the whole thing: “dress pickup” means “dress fitting and maybe dress taking-home if it fits the way we said we’d make it fit, but we might not have made it fit right, so it may just be another fitting.” Just fyi.
Brief review of our last visit: my dress was so tight around the ribs that I could barely breathe, and I was still sore the next morning from trying it on the night before. They gave me a hard time about letting it out.
I showed up this time prepared for battle. A small part of me hoped that it *wouldn’t* fit so I could just ask for my money back, make some loud complaints, and then wear my suit. We arrived and – shockingly (sarcasm) – couldn’t find someone to help us for our appointment. Finally we went into the room where they actually do the sewing, announced ourselves, and someone brought me my dress. With the wrong name on it, but it was my dress. Way to show your customer service and organizational skills off, David’s.
I put the dress on, and… it fits. It’s comfortable. I look pretty. Turtle is pleased and obviously relieved that I am not about to throw a fit in the bridal salon. Part of my throwing a fit plan was to tell all the shoppers there how horrible our experience had been. Anyway: Turtle, relieved, moving on.
So I turn to go back into the fitting room to undress and I see: the hem is uneven.
Seriously, David’s? I mean, I am no master tailor, and I’m not even sure how to use a sewing machine. I tried once and failed. But I do know that a hem is one of the simplest things to do. The nice lady at our local place hemmed my pants perfectly in five minutes after only pinning one side of one leg – you, DB’s, pinned around the entire bottom of the dress and still one side was an inch longer than the other.
On the upside, they fixed it within half an hour. The back still looks a wee bit uneven to me, but I’m not dealing with them anymore.
In the meantime, Turtle found her dress. The second batch of J. Crew dresses arrived.
She tried the first one on, and it was pretty. I’m not quite sure what to do with the funny sash thing coming down the front.
She hemmed, she hawed, she thought maybe this was the dress. I thought it was pretty, if a little toga-like.
And then, you guys – she tried the second one on. And we were sort of, well, floored. It was beautiful. She was beautiful in it. I might have gotten a little teary, and she stood there quietly for a minute and then said something like, “I think this is it.”
We took it to a tailor on Saturday and we’re picking it up this week. All so much easier than anything we did before this.
My pretty lady won’t let me show you a picture of her in her for real dress, but here’s the stupid uncomfy one from David’s – not sure if we’re selling it or doing some sort of giveaway (but if you know someone who’s interested, they should get in touch with us!):
Did you get it right the first time? Are you dying to see how pretty she is in her real dress? Don’t worry, you only have to wait 10 more days until someone somewhere posts a picture of us GETTING MARRIED. IN TEN DAYS (according to my countdown). omg.
In the meantime: just keep breathing, just keep breathing.
How are you staying sane?