Saturday, March 7, 2009

The Case of The Sneaky Little Seamstress

Well, those of you who read my blog yesterday know that when Tresa went her final wedding dress fitting on Thursday night that the seamstress could barely zip the last 5 inches of Tresa's dress and couldn't hook it. She told Tresa she had gained 5 pounds since the last fitting (10 days ago), that she shouldn't eat so much salt and that she was bloated. She said there was nothing she could do with the dress. There was no extra fabric to let out. Tresa was hysterical...the wedding is the 14th!

Tresa wanted to see what I thought, so I went with her today. The plan was just to pick up the dress and get the heck out of there without losing our cool. Tresa was going to take it downtown to a place that repairs other people's mistakes on Monday.

The woman was so sugary sweet when we walked in I thought I was going to throw up, and guess what? The dress had undergone some kind of metamorphosis....and it FIT HER EXACTLY HOW IT DID 2 WEEKS AGO WHEN I WAS THERE WITH HER! On Thursday, the necklace I made her was touching the front of the dress, and now it was hanging perfectly NOT touching the front of the dress and we didn't do a thing to it!

The comments we got today were that it was humid on Thursday, that she let out about 1/4 of an inch of the lining and get this one......THEY MUST HAVE PUT THE NECKLACE ON WRONG ON THURSDAY!!

Are you freaking kidding me? How do you put a necklace on wrong?

Tresa has been physically ill for the past 2 days...not eating and not sleeping and then this wonderful little lady obviously ripped that dress apart in the last two days and totally redid it so it fit her perfect again like it did 2 weeks ago. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or punch her in the nose!

The funny thing is...I told Tresa last night that the dress was going to fit perfect today. I knew that woman was going to do everything in her power to fix it before we got there, and I was right...she did! The only thing she didn't do, was admit that she had made a mistake...but I will sacrifice that for a dress that fits!

Anyway, the dress is fixed, it looks wonderful and that's all that matters. (The picture is not Tresa, but it is her dress except her dress is ivory)

One week from right now we will be downtown getting ready for one heck of a fantastic evening wedding! Woo hoo!


Kala Pohl Studio said...

Yay, I am so glad the the dress is fixed. I was sending positive vibes your way:):)

Angela said...

I had a sneaky little florist at my wedding. She lied so much and she could not keep up with her lies.

First, I saw her a day before the wedding at the grocery and she said the flowers were here and beautiful!

Then, the day of the wedding (when I had pink roses instead of yellow roses for my fall themed wedding) she said the flowers came in "dead as a doornail" after she told me that I asked for pink (which at the time was a color I could not stand and would never ask for)

I ended up sending someone to Kroger to get yellow roses (the last in town b/c of 3 funerals that day)...for my bouquet. My mom and grandma did not have corsages and the groomsmen did not get boutineers (can't rmbr how to spell that right now) My aunt made Aubrey one by taking a flower from my bouquet.

When I walked in and saw my cake...freaking pink flowers all over it. ARG! Then, she had the nerve to call me the day I got back from my honeymoon and tell me I owed her more money! I had already paid her $500! She did not see another dime from me!

Lanyardlady said...

Wow, thank goodness this story had a happy ending. Can't wait to see photos of Tresa in the dress. Does this mean you won't be blogging next Saturday? Haha.

T.Allen-Mercado said...

All's well that ends well. (I'd be in jail for the wedding-trust me)I'm glad Tresa's gown is ready for the BIG day!

Cecile/DreamCreateRepeat said...

It is very sad that some people are so insecure they cannot admit mistakes.

I am glad, however, that she corrected her errors even if she couldn't admit them.

Beautiful dress....thanks for the sneak peak!

Mary said...

as my grandmother would have said, all's well that ends well ;-)

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