Picked up my wedding dress today from the seamstress. It was certainly...altered! (It is unwearable. It is likely not fixable.)
You know, I cried a few tears of rearranged expectations as I teetered on heels over the cobblestone street. I'd made Nick come with me after work to the alterations place (I was so excited!) and he walked beside me to the car, knowing better than say a WORD of English to me. An upset Evie is not to be consoled!
Now that a few hours have passed though, I am being completely serious when I say that I think this little hiccup is hilarious. I almost wouldn't undo it. I don't know. How hard do you think it'll be to find a white dress in August?