First things first , of course. What can be more important to the bride than the perfect dress. Heather knew one thing for sure…..the color. Pale pink. And from there it was the old “I’ll know it when I see it” thing. So we knew that we probably wouldn’t find anything ready made. It’s never been that easy with my daughter! But….she assured me, her mother in-law to be would be making the dress. This was a great relief to me because there would be so many other details to take care of, and although I do sew, I don’t feel confident about making “the” dress. And our budget did not allow for a seamstress.
So…..we look, we search, through magazines, and on-line assuming that we will probably have to kind of design or combine patterns to make “the perfect” dress.
I finally wised up, and went straight to the pattern companies (duh) and found a couple of possibilities.
This one from McCall's, with the over-lay.
And this one, from Vogue patterns.
Heather and I are fortunate to be able to work as a “team” so well together! I called her and said “I found two that I love!” And that was that!
She choose…….the second one! She loved everything about it!
So Heather said she would e-mail her mother in-law to be the picture.
Now…..just stick with me here. This is where the story gets reallllly interesting!
The next day was the anniversary of a really traumatic event in our family. However, I woke up that morning with a GREAT attitude. I started thinking about how this event had changed me as a person. How I was so much nicer than I used to be. How I was so much less judgmental of people than I used to be. Why, by the time I was through patting myself on the back and thinking all about what a great person I had become, I had subconsciously assumed the position of someone between a Disney character and Mother Theresa!
So I got up that day and proceeded to spread joy and good cheer everywhere I went. I’m sure I had an invisible shiny gold halo on my head, little blue birds sitting on my shoulder singing happy songs, and flowers and glitter trailing behind me everywhere I went!
This went on all day. Although I DID go shopping, I was such a good good person, that I only made WISE purchases. Like a $2.00 shower curtain from Goodwill. And although I did go to T.J. Maxx, all I purchased there were new sheets for my bed. Which we desperately needed.
So later that evening, I’m still patting myself on the back, and thinking happy thoughts and I get a phone call.
Who proceeds to tell me……………
Mother in-law to be……..refuses to make “the dress.”
“SHE WHAT?” I say. “WHY?”
Because…….Heather says IT’S TOO LOW CUT!
My halo begins to slip. My little blue birds back off and say “ah oh.” And the flowers begin to wilt and wither. But I’m trying really really hard to hold on. I say “that’s just so silly it’s funny.” So we have our conversation and hang up.
Then I REALLY start to think.
I could have SWORN that my daughter was 35 years old and capable of making her own decisions.
I didn’t know whether to be more P.O.’d at the position this put me in with who would make this dress. OR more P.O.’d that I’m pretty sure my daughter had just been told she’s a SLUT!
My halo fell off. It went rolling out the front door and down the street. My blue birds deserted me for greener pastures. The flowers disappeared in a poof of ash. The glitter turned to dust.
I was livid!!!
Apparently this woman thought we had found this pattern at the “Sluts R Us” pattern company. Maybe on the same page as the naughty French maid costume pattern!
So now, I’m not sure what we’ll do. Even if I did feel confident enough to tackle this, I don’t own a serger. And I really think these seams need to be serged. Especially with a sheer overlay. We’ll figure it out though.
Oh…..and if you happen to see a tarnished gold halo rolling down the road, consider it yours!
In the meantime…..I’m on the lookout for a really really low cut dress to wear to this wedding. Bruhahahaha! I’m BAACCK!