It’s official. I’ve blown my first bridal-gasket. I erupted with earth-shattering, high-pitched screams and wails. Veins, pumped full of blood, stood out at my temples. My fists curled into tightly-clenched weapons of pure rage. Mr. Sew cowered in the background, creating a low undercurrent of pleas to calm the catastrophic living room storm.
Can you guess what happened?
Italian soda. RED Italian soda. Bright red, read it—RED artificial coloring.
ON MY WEDDING DRESS.
Hell hath no fury like a woman with a stained wedding gown. I barked orders at Mr. Sew as he ran around the house like a chicken with his head cut off, yet somehow we got to the sink and the Woolite in time. It wasn’t just some piddly speck of a stain, either. This was a monster, half-the-bottle slosher. Unfortunately I don’t have pictures of it, since photographic evidence wasn’t the first thing that came to mind while in panic-mode.
Mr. Sew spent the better part of his evening scrubbing his soda out of my dress. Luckily, I think it came out, though you can still see faint pink stains on the underside of the gown. After it dries I’ll be able to see if there’s any lasting damage. I certainly hope not, because blowing one fuse was bad enough.
Chalk this up to another risk for DIY dress-making—fiance hazards. I think someone’s getting a sippy cup soon.
Did your dress endure any battle stains, either pre- or post-wedding?