A dress! A dress! My kingdom for a dress!!!

That was the dress I wanted. It looked magnificent. However it was going to cost $2200. I thought about, and i thought about it some more, but i couldn't justify spending that much on a dress. Then a "friend" who runs an online bridal shop said that she could have it made for me for $1000. Well, i jumped at the chance. I thought all my christmases had come at once. So i sent my measurements away and my deposit. In January. She said i would have it in February. February rolls round, and i asked her where my dress was. She said "oh, just 2 more weeks, i promise".

So I waited.

And I waited

And I waited some more.

March.

"Oh I'm really sorry but my dressmaker has run away with your deposit and won't be making your dress." She tells me.

I nearly fainted. I rang up the dress shop wher i had tried it on. Due to the "economic crisis" (what a cop out) the dress was now going to cost me $2750 and i wouldn't get it till 2 weeks before the wedding!!!! I did faint. At work. hmmmmm.

I had a cry and resigned myself to the fact that i was going to have to find a new dress. Then my "friend" rang me and said she could get another dressmaker to make it. I thought i'd give it another chance.

So a new set of measurements and another deposit are sent. And i settle down to wait a little longer. And i waited.

And i waited. (lucky I'm a patient person)

May. I get an email.

"your dress will be here in a week, it's being couriered to me right now." Fair enough.

"I can't bring your dress to you. I'll send it to you" Ok

"Sorry, my husband was meant to take it to the post office last week, i just found it in the back of the car, I sent it express today" (now i'm starting to get really ticked off) Ok

A week later (so much for express), i turned up to luke's house after work one day and he said i had a parcel. He came out with a standard pre-paid express post parcel bag. A little smaller than an A3 page in size.

I didn't know what it could be, i hadn't ordered anyhting that size. I ripped it open.

*thud* That's the sound of me fainting in luke's front yard.

It was my dress. Folded up and shoved in an express bag.

*insert a string of expletives here*

I pulled it out and straight away i knew it was wrong. ALL WRONG!!! The colour was wrong. The material was wrong. Where there was meant to be beading, there was lace with some sequins sewn on. Where there was meant to be crystals scattered in the skirt, there was cheap beads. The size was wrong. The flower hitch was about 3 inches lower then wht it should have been. The layer of lace was missing, in it's place was some lace sewn to the edge of the outer layer. THERE WAS NO TRAIN!!!

Well i let her know in no uncertain terms that i would not be wearing the dress of paying for it. She told me to keep it and sell it if i wanted to. And it left me 2 months to get a dress. Most places require 3 months minimum.

I cried. It was bound to happen though. Everything else has been way to easy, something had to go wrong eventually. I just wish it wasn't my dress.

So i went on an emergency dress shopping expedition. I was going to wait till the saturday, but decided to go on the wednesday. And I'm lucky i did. I went to the shop that had the dress that was my second choice originally. I paid a deposit and headed home. Then i get a phonecall.

"We've just been informed that our shop will be closing today due to renovations, all our stock is being shipped to Sydney. When you have paid for your dress it will be couriered directly to you, or you can come and pick it up and pay for it today."

Oh hell no. I was not letting my dress go to Sydney. I was not going to have drama's with this dress like i had with the first one. I headed back to the city and paid for the dress and took it home that day.

And you know what. I like it just as much (maybe even more) than the first dress. I think i was meant to have this one from the start. It's beautiful. But i won't put pictures up, it's a surprise :)

So a happy ending to a long and drawn out saga. I've learnt my lesson.