I had my final dress fitting yesterday.
Technically it was last Thursday, but I accidentally forgot and missed it. Instead I went in Tuesday after a long weekend of beer drinking and hotdog eating. So that was fun.
The conversations I overhear at the bridal boutique are always quite amusing to me, yesterday particularly so. The bride-to-be with the appointment before me, let’s call her Cupcake, had been in her final fitting for two hours. But understandably, because Cupcake is purchasing three dresses. Three. Dresses.
One for the ceremony, one for the reception, and one for the latter part of the reception. I saw the third one and it looked like a cupcake. I googled the dress when I got home and it sells for around $5,500. I don’t know how Cupcake learned to shit money, but I would sure love to know her secret.
She had an entourage of people with her including her stylist, two wedding planners and her mother. It was her final fitting after all, so it was a very big deal! With me I had a plastic Walgreens bag containing deodorant (I was out) and Doritos (because I’m stressed and that’s my stress food.)
Her makeup and hair was fully done as it will be for THE BIG DAY. Curls, and eyebrows, and lashes oh my! I read somewhere that it’s a good idea to test out the “full look” at the last fitting, but c’mon. Who has the time and energy for that? If my face and hair don’t go with my dress the day of my wedding well there’s not much I can do about it at that point.
However yesterday I’ll admit I felt like a sweaty little curmudgeon sitting in the waiting room of the bridal store watching Cupcake twirl in circles and say things like, “I think this neck line should be lower” and “I need to be able to move in this dress because I’m singing a tribute to my fiance in it,” (true words spoken.)
Perhaps it wasn’t my best move to bike ride to my final fitting on a 95 degree summer day, I realized as the sweat rolled down my forehead. I tried to wipe it away before one of Cupcake’s wedding planners’s saw it, but I’m pretty sure I was too late. Frank was thoroughly disgusted.
And I thought I was on top of it because I remembered to bring in my wedding shoes. Lols. Is it bad luck to share my shoes before THE BIG DAY? I don’t know, whatever. I can’t really keep up with what’s right and wrong with wedding etiquette anyway. If someone is offended I’ve shared my shoes and purse early, I apologize. I apologize that you get offended so easily.
We’re down to 16 days.
The reception coordinator didn’t respond to emails from me for 8 days and I felt as if she’d stolen my unborn child. I got into a verbal argument with a homeless man today about whether or not I’m feeding Harlow enough. And I regularly lay awake at night debating what color to wear on my nails? Pink, soft pink, or softer pink? So that’s where I’m at mentally right now.
Enjoy the process they say.
Okay, the process has happened. Now let’s get to the fun part.