So, have you had a Bridezilla moment yet? Go on, be honest – I won’t tell…
I honestly didn’t think anything about wedding planning would ever be enough to push me over the edge. I mean, who can get stressed about flowers and pretty dresses? Not me! Or so I thought. On Tuesday evening, as regular readers know, I had my first dress fitting. And it did not go too well.
The fitting was the first time anyone other than my parents had seen me in The Dress, and as my parents are (understandably) biased, I was un-prepared for how critical our seamstress would be of my choice. Don’t get me wrong: she thinks the dress will be stunning once it’s been altered. It does not, however, look stunning at the moment (I’ve lost weight since I bought it, and it was too big even then), purely because it doesn’t fit me properly, and somehow seeing this through someone else’s eyes was a little bit depressing. In fact, make that a big bit depressing.
The good news: it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. Our seamstress is a very talented woman, and once she’d pinned everything into place, and shown me exactly what she’s going to do, I started to feel a lot better about it all. The bad news: I’m not going to be able to wear my beloved Agent Provocateur corset. It’s too thick, apparently, and doesn’t work with the dress, so no corset for me. Needless to say, I was gutted, and also embarrassed: I mean, who knew such a little setback would be so disappointing?
It didn’t quite qualify as a Bridezilla moment, I don’t think, although I have to say, I was surprised by how very disappointed I was by the whole experience. Maybe I am a bridezilla in the making? Maybe this is just the start?
Any other trainee Bridezillas feel like sharing the shame? Or is it really just me?