Morning all
Hello and hope you are all well.
Thanks for all your comments..we went away for the weekend which is why I haven't replied yet.
Well all I can say is...ugh! What a Saturday.
Drove for 6 hours to go to my final bridesmaid's dress fitting. The tailor was supposed to let the dress out as far as it would go...when I got there, she hadn't changed it much at all.
She said letting it out more would 'look bad', even though that is what we had agreed.
My friend and I decided the issue was she wanted us to get a new dress entirely (which we suspected all along).
So amazingly it still ALMOST did up...and now my choice is to lose about 10 pounds in the next 3 weeks (yeah, right), or wear a dress which is fastened in back with a rubber band to stretch over the gap.
It still doesn't fit right in the bust, even though there is no reason for it not to - it is too big and it just falls forward, so I will have to stand up STRAIGHT all day so people don't get a view of my boobs. The tailor said there is nothing she can do...I don't see how.
The gap at the back doesn't matter, because there is a bolero to wear over the dress.
All 3 bridesmaids have one. The dressmaker showed it to me and said 'I made two small ones, and one big one for you'. Which annoyed me but I let it slide off me.
And then she said the same thing THREE MORE TIMES in the next ten minutes.
Her general attitude was so patronising, full of pity for the 'big girl' and so insulting somehow.
The worst thing was, at one point she came around from the back where she was pinning the dress and said 'oh, luvvie, are you crying?'
No, I wasn't crying, I wasn't doing anything that could have made her think I was - so my assumption (which my friend also thought at the same time) was that a lot of girls she says these things to do cry, so she expected it.
Oh dear!
I actually didn't mind the whole experience too much, although the bride was horrified...the sad thing is, I have actually come to expect it. When the comment comes, I think 'here we go again then', it is like there is some dreadful inevitability about it. If someone like a dressmaker, or a hairdresser doesn't make negative comments about the way I look, or if a shop assistant doesn't assume I am pregnant, it is then that I am shocked.
How sad is that?
It is times like this I find it hard to remember I have lost 40 pounds.
Anyway, luckily it was then only another 90 minute drive to my parents' house and the rest of the weekend was absolutely lovely.
So...nothing more to write as I could do with getting on,
Loads of love and looking forward to catching up with your blogs.
Rach xxx 


