Tuesday was THE DAY! My long-awaited wedding dress was finally delivered to the house! It was purple and ruffly and adorable and just what I wanted! I was so excited. I slipped it over my head and it fit perfectly. This was so cool!
Then, I turned to look in the mirror.
Oh. My. God. I looked like a big purple barn with ruffles. Now, I know I’m not exactly petite, and losing 20 pounds (30?) wouldn’t hurt me any. But I mean, this was terrible! It was awful! I could NOT get married in this!
Some women would break down and cry. Frankly, I considered it. But, instead, I went into problem-solving mode! Out of the dress, into my jeans, grab the car keys and head to the bridal shop.
I didn’t want a traditional dress. I look awful in white and even worse in ivory. I wanted purple, rather casual, with sleeves, and no sparkle. Picking up on my sense of panic, the store owner shoved me into a dressing room with every purple dress they had that would come anywhere near fitting me. There were two that would do, although they were nothing like what I was looking for. Then I checked the price tags. URK! “Thanks, I’ll think about it!” and I was off to the next bridal store. Now, I live in a smallish town (pop. 30,000 or so) and formal wear is not exactly a popular thing around here, so those two stores were my only possibilities!
Another dressing room. More purple dresses. “No, I can’t wear a halter dress! Look at me. I have been abundantly blessed in the bust area! OK, OK, I’ll try it on.” It was terrific! Grecian chiffon floating to the floor. I had a waist! It was cute and young-looking and I felt great in it! Check the price tag. OY! This is not going to happen.
To the mall! I checked the discount store where I seriously considered being married in a jersey knit muumuu. I had them put it on hold and decided I would have to sleep on the decision. I was halfway home when the exhaustion and fatigue hit. KABLAM!
I should know better. I really should.
But knowing better didn’t stop me from spending all afternoon and late into the night searching for the perfect dress online. Nor did it stop me from going out the next day and spending time and money on fabric to make my own dress. I swore I would not make my own dress, but here I am, up to my elbows in purple chiffon, and wondering where I will ever find the energy.
Oh, and did I mention I am so wiped out that I couldn’t go to work today, slept till 11:00 and still feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train? Oh, CFIDS, you are a cruel taskmaster. Tricking me into thinking I can do more than I am able and then hitting me up the side of the head with a two by four.
All I can hope now is that I will be back to decent condition by the weekend. Because now I have a dress to make!
Let’s go create something. Even if it’s only a muslin mockup…