Me doing a victory dance in the dress.
The other day I was griping about how I had a dress that seemed to be the root of all evil. It cost a heap of money to start off with, it didn’t fit properly and cost money to get altered, it still didn’t fit, etc etc.
I am happy to say in a completely contradictory tone, that I am back to loving my dress because now it fits!
HOORAH!
To fill you in, what happened just after I posted my ranty story, was panic. I panicked and called the tailor (whom by the way, is a. maz. ing) with a harried and probably quite rude, “It doesn’t fit. It needs taking in again. ASAP.” Regardless of the fact that I asked her on the day after Boxing Day to get it back to me by today, she obliged, and this afternoon I picked up the dress, perfectly altered (she had to take the zip out and pretty much pull the whole thing apart so it wasn’t easy) and perfectly fitting!
Now all I have to do is not lose or gain any weight before the wedding. Hmm, sounds simple enough.
Looking good….