Over the next year, I will be part of three wedding parties. The dates are July 2, 2011; March 31, 2012; and June 2, 2012.
Fun, right? Well, yes. For the most part. I love helping with the socials, doing the nails, going dress shopping, showers, etc. All of that stuff is great. I even like asking people for free stuff for social prizes. Oh, and designing social tickets and letters (can you tell I'm the maid of honour for one of them?) But when it came to trying on our newly ordered dresses for the wedding in July (yes, a month away) it was a disaster.
The first time I went in to try it on about a month or two ago, I can't exactly remember, I could get the dress on but it took three people, and I could barely breathe. They told me to come back and try it on again in a month or so, and I did.
This event was horrifying. I went into to store asking to try my dress on again, and they said they didn't have it. I was so confused as she pulled the dress I knew was mine down, and said "oh no, this isn't it, wrong color" I tried telling her that was my dress but she didn't understand. I waited for the next 15 minutes until she finally realized that she was wrong, and the first dress she pulled was mine.
Next, I try the dress on. I can't even do it up, it's too tight around my ribs. It's one of those dresses that has a waist-clinching band right under the bust, you know the kind that is always way too small? Well of course, since there was only two of us, we couldn't force me into it. I asked her what she would do for me, because I need the dress to be comfortable to be in all day. You'll never guess what she told me, and then another lady who appeared from the back.
"You need to diet! Lose weight, , just diet to fit the dress," she said.
Yep, she basically told me I was fat and that I needed to lose weight to fit into the dress. She said it was too hard to take out, and she didn't want to do it if she didn't have to, after at first saying it was impossible to take out. Is that not her job? Altering dresses?
The weird thing, two of the three other bridesmaids got the same lecture. Even weirder, the only place it doesn't fit is right at my ribs, where may I mention, she didn't measure initially to size the dress, and I have no fat there, it's pure bone.
So how am I supposed to lose weight in my bones? Plastic surgery? Dieting? Extreme Exercise? Diet Pills? Starvation? Nope, none of that would work...it's freaking BONE! So I took my dress home and am getting my mom to take it out. :)
