Weddingbee Blog

Hey, remember me? That girl who, just a few days ago, was bragging about how calm and collected she was? “Hey, check me out, I’m so awesomely chill about my impending wedding, blah blah blah blah blah!”

Yeah. That girl freaked the eff out last night. Big time.

First, remember my DOC issues? How she’d blown me off for two meetings in a row? Well, a few weeks after I posted my rant about that, she had an accident and got injured - nothing life threatening, and she will be fine, but she had some broken bones that made it impossible for her to coordinate my wedding. However, she put her assistant in charge of the wedding, and that assistant was very responsive and helpful. It seemed like everything would be okay.

At first.

But, on Monday, the assistant emailed me to ask if we could meet this weekend so that I could give her some of my supplies and decorations. I said sure, just tell me where and when.

And I never heard from her again. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I emailed her and left her voice mails, telling her that I was trying to plan my weekend and that I needed to know when we were meeting. And I heard nothing.

On Friday morning, I called her boss, she of the broken bones. She said that she’d try to get in touch with her assistant, but by the evening she’d had no luck as well. Instead, she arranged for another assistant to meet with me to pick up the supplies. And she seemed to think that the problem was solved.

I disagree, though. Okay, so someone is coming to pick up my stuff, but the real issue is that the woman who is coordinating my wedding is MIA. The wedding that is in one week from today. Now, I’m not a monster, and I hope that her lack of response doesn’t mean that something horrible happened to her. I hope she’s okay. But I stalked her Facebook page (we’re not friends but her wall is public) and up until Thursday night, she was posting regularly, and it didn’t seem like anything was wrong.

But wait. There’s more.

I went to pick up my dress last night, the dress that the dressmaker hadn’t altered correctly. And this time, it still wasn’t correct. The crinoline peeking out from the bottom of the dress was horribly uneven. And I’d asked her to remove the pads in the bodice, but she’d only removed one! And although she’d claimed that she’d pressed the dress, it was wrinkled. When I said something, she said “Well, that’s just the fabric” and shrugged. Um. NO.

I got just a teensy bit hysterical, but to her credit, she evened out the crinoline and fixed the pad while I waited. The crinoline looked great. But now the bodice was kind of wonky, with a weird internal seam or crease or something cutting horizontally through my breasts. Also, I noticed a big grey smudge on the bodice as well.

And that is where I started bawling my eyes out.

She was able to get the smudge out, and she said that if I got a different bra, the seam might not be as noticeable. But I’d had the dress fitted for THE BRA I HAD. Duh. Who knew if another bra would fit under the dress, or if it would peek out the top?

I’d had it. I took my dress and left.

In the car, I did the only thing I could think of: call my Mommy and sob.

And she was great. After listening to my hysterics for a few minutes, she began to talk me down from the ledge.

She said, calmly, “This will all be fine. Someone will be there to coordinate your wedding. And this weekend, you and I will go shopping and figure out a solution to the bra issue. We will work this out and everything will be okay. Now, go home and have a glass of wine, and just know that everything will be okay.”

Instead of a glass of wine, I had two beers and a bubble bath, but she was right. In a few hours, I was much better. I tried on my dress again and the crease isn’t that bad. I realized that even if the DOC never showed up, the wedding wouldn’t be ruined. We’d make it work.

Things are going to be okay.

But my Zen streak has been broken. Bummer.

Did anything cause you to freak out as your wedding approached?