Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Wedding Woes

Last night I went for my second wedding dress fitting.  I think they were just supposed to be checking the bustle, but it became very apparent (when I had put the dress on) that we had bigger problems to worry about.  The hem, which had been pinned up the last time I went in, was 3 - 4 inches off the ground in the front where it was supposed to be brushing the ground.  The back is fine, the sides are fine, but the front is not fine.  Weird, right? The lady with whom we had the appointment was not the actual seamstress, so
she couldn't really offer up any answers.  Instead, I was told to return on Saturday morning when the seamstress would be present to figure out the problem.  Okay, fine.  No big deal.

This afternoon, I got a phone call from a number that I did not recognize. As is my custom with unknown numbers, I sent it directly to voicemail. Turns out it was the seamstress.  In a rather snippy message, she told me that she had only taken the dress up two inches, so there was no way this was her fault.  She went on to tell me that I would have to "switch back to the original shoes" I had worn to be fitted since these "new shoes" were obviously too tall.  Umm, excuse me?  I've been wearing the same shoes the whole time.  I ordered the dress wearing three inch heels in their showroom. I had gone out, bought three inch heels, and worn them to my first fitting. I wore them again, the exact same shoes, to my fitting last night.  This little hem situation in which we've found ourselves is completely of your doing, Ms. Seamstress, not mine.  I was having a bad day already, and this message enraged me to the point that I actually called her back.  Yes,
that's right - I voluntarily picked up the phone and called someone.

She had an attitude with me from the get-go, saying that she was so glad I'd called her back quickly so we could deal with this "shoe situation".  I couldn't, she said, just switch shoes in the middle of this process and
expect everything to fit properly.  I told her in no uncertain terms exactly the same thing I just told to all of you - that I had not switched shoes. She argued with me, saying that the woman who had pinned my dress at the first appointment said I'd been wearing low heels, while the woman last night said my heels had been "quite high".  I informed her that they were both mistaken, my heels had been the same middling height for both fittings. Not too high, not too low.  Just heels.  Regular heels.  Still sounding unconvinced, she asked the time of my new appointment so that she would be present to "sort this out".  "11:00," I growled.  "I look forward to it."

It is so on.

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