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Dress Fitting

A few weeks ago, I went to get my wedding dress fitted. I was really nervous about it, I've never had a fitting before and had no idea what to expect. My mom was nervous as well because when she called the woman to make an appointment, she couldn't understand her at all over the phone. We got to the place early and sat outside awkwardly, watching every person who came in through the parking lot, hoping it was her. She finally arrived, a cute blonde woman from Ukraine. She let us in and told me to get into my dress right away. She then went through her mail and showed us all the pictures brides had sent to her.

Once in my dress she had me stand in front of the big mirror. She started pinning right away. First, she pinned the shoulders. I was amazed that one little pin completely fixed my problems with the top of the dress. Just having that fixed made me feel much more confident in the dress. She then informed me that it was too long, and that I needed bustles. My mom had no idea what bustles were. Which caused the next conversation to happen.

"Is she you oldest child?"
"Yes."
"That makes sense why you have no idea what you're doing. You need bustles."

It was so funny! This lady cracked me up. When we asked about me having trouble to breathe and possibly letting the dress out, she said, "Everyone get chubby in winter. It will be fine by summer." I laughed so hard at that. So, I've been working out. Gotta fit into my dress ha!

She also asked if we saw what was going on in Ukraine saying everyone was crazy and had lost it over there. She told us how it was a Russian holiday where every woman was given flowers. She told us how her husband gets her flowers every Friday and that she told him not to get her roses all the time. She asked if I was young and I told her I was twenty and she nodded saying she got married when she was 17 and that if you weren't married by twenty you were a spinster. But, her daughter is 29 and not married so she doesn't know what to do with her.

As she was pinning, she was pinning a good two inches on one side and a half inch on the other. We asked her about it. Apparently most dresses from the factory are uneven on the bottom. She showed us, and she was right! It was crazy! She said seamstresses who don't know what they're doing will just take two inches off on the entirety of the dress, not measure it and make it straight. It just blew my mind how uneven the bottom of my dress was.

I'm excited for my dress to be finished and am glad that it's going to fit me better. With it fitting how it should, I felt like a princess in my dress. I can't wait for the wedding, can it be here already? : )

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 29, 2014 at 9:37 AM

    I can't wait to see your dress! Brittany has her first fitting next week. And speaking of dresses, Brandi and my bridesmaids' dresses won't be in until June 6th!!!

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  2. SamaraApril 4, 2014 at 8:49 PM

    Do you have any pictures of your dress you can text me?! :D

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