La de da

On August 4th, 2007 my sister, Colleen, was married.

It was amazing. And stressful. I freaked out the entire morning for a myriad of reasons. But all these things ended up working themselves out. Someone was watching out for me.

Issue #1: as one of my previous posts mentions, my dress was in trouble. Being strapless, it wouldn’t stay up alone, which required some Leah-made alterations.

Resolution:

Enter my mother to save the day. She whipped up some safety pin magic, along with all the other insane things she had to deal with that day. She is truly amazing.

Seriously.

In fact, both my parents were pretty amazing.

I was impressed.

Issue #2: I was worried about crying through the whole ceremony because my only sister was getting married.

Resolution: I cried through the whole ceremony. No kidding. Ask anyone who was there. Here is me trying my best not to shudder and start sobbing….

Not sure if you can tell. But I was freaking out.

Issue #3: the speech. Oh me. Oh my. THE SPEECH! I had anxiety dreams about doing my maid of honor speech for about a month straight. It’s not like I haven’t done any public speaking. I have to do it quite a bit to be honest. But good god, I was freaking out….again.

Resolution: It went just fine. As soon as I got the microphone, I just kind of knew what I wanted to say from the hours of thinking and revising in my head. I made people laugh and didn’t cry.

Mission accomplished.

After this, everything was completely fun. The reception was in a barn at the Kalamazoo Nature Center, which was so beautiful.

We danced

and drank

and were very very merry.

So overall, it was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Which is a word that, according to Stefan, I used many times that weekend.

Wonderful.

Be prepared. I am about to rant. I’ve been scouring the internet for reviews sites to rant as publicly as I can. Because I’m just vindictive that way. So I’ve ranted here, here and even here. And here. Oh yes, and here.

And here.

So now I’m going to rant on my blog. Because I want to. And because, fair readers, I don’t like being treated like garbage.

Or even this kind of Garbage.

Because they both suck.

So let’s just get to the story, shall we?

My sister is getting married on Saturday. My super cool, awesome, totally amazing older sister Colleen.

(She’s the one of the left)

And she chose me to be the maid of honor, which is wonderful. So I buy the dress she picks out for the bridesmaids and I like it. It’s cute. Like this:

but in Lilac…

Very pretty.

And, as most bridemaid’s dresses must be, my dress needed to be altered. So! I decide to take my dress to….. *insert evil, sinister music* la modista ltd. on clybourn!!

I made my appointment for about a month before the wedding, plenty of time to take in the bust. At least I thought so. So I go in for my appointment and they tell me that they don’t have me written in their appointment book.

I tell them I called a week ago…and they basically imply that I’m lying to them but that they can manage to fit me in.

How kind.

So they measure me. Pin the dress. And tell me that cannot get it back to me until August 1st…and they know damn well that the wedding is on August 4th because I had just told them that. That seems fine to me. They take my number and I go on my way.

And this wasn’t all that awful. I still was feeling like I had picked a nice place. Everything would be fine. la de da.

Well, I go back yesterday and try on my dress to find that, low and behold, it will not stay up. They didn’t take the bust in enough. I walk out of the dressing room and tell the owner (who wasn’t the woman who originally fitted me but this time was helping me). Right away she calls over the woman who did fit me, as she’s pinning the dress so that it will stay up. When she shows her what she did wrong, the woman (and I’m not even kidding) points to my chest and says, “Well that’s why I didn’t pin it so tight. Look at that pudge”.

…..

…………

bitch.

At the time…I was so stunned that I didn’t yell. I didn’t scream. I just dropped my mouth in utter surprise. I know I’m not tiny but I certainly don’t consider myself chubby. Which is what she was implying.

I just looked at the owner and who was saying that she could have it ready for me by Friday. I told her I couldn’t do that. I wanted to just take my dress and leave.

So essentially I paid $35 for some stupid woman to tell me that I don’t look good in this bridesmaid’s dress. Grrrrr.

Honestly, I like the dress. I think I look good. And that woman was probably just trying to cover her ass because she didn’t do a good job. But seriously, who does this? Insult the customer? Is that really a good idea?

So basically this means that I have to whip out the old sewing kit and make myself some straps.

It will certainly be simple. But it could have been avoided if some people did their job correctly.

So! What have we learned?

• Don’t go to La Modista Ltd. on Clybourn.
• Don’t tell the customer that they are fat.
• Don’t go to La Modista Ltd. on Clybourn!

Lesson learned. They suck.

Have a lovely Thursday everyone.