The Sweet Christian Bride

Designer Disaster

by admin on February 9, 2012 in Attire with No Comments

If I could just breath, the tears would stop from welling up.  But I couldn’t.  It was hot in the fitting room, the bodice was cinching my lungs, and my heart was broken.

It had been an agonizing decision to choose this dress.  Wedding dresses are memorialized in photos and videos.  They set the tone for the wedding, and they are what make brides feel like brides.  Not to mention, the question of how much to spend was becoming an issue of moral tonnage.

But this was the one.  It was more expensive than I had ever dreamed a dress could be, but my dad bought it for me as a gift when he saw how happy it made me.

So there I was, squeezed in a bodice two sizes too small and breast cups that were too large.  Wasn’t I specifically measured for this exact dress?  I couldn’t figure out how a designer, who made the dress herself, could have done such a truly terrible job measuring the gown.  But here I was with a dress that needed some major slicing and restitching.

“Do not worry.  I will fix it,” said the seamstress.

A week and a long drive later, I was back in Orange County at the boutique, praying that the dress was fixed, or maybe even totally redone.  Stepping into the dress, I had hope.  The bodice seemed a little larger.  As the seamstress lifted the zipper up my back, however, the dress began to contort.

It seemed that the only way she could let out the bodice was on the left side of the zipper.  What that meant was that the original center of the gown now became the right-center of the gown.  If the zipper climbed the middle of my back, then the front of the dress would be crooked.  But there was no other material to let out.  This was all she could do.

I kept thinking of my poor dad who had lavished me with this gift because of how happy it had made me.  Now here I was, distraught and hysterical.  A designer who did a totally unprofessional job with no apologetic discount at the hefty expense of my dad’s wallet and of my delight.  Not quite the picture I had of the whole wedding dress experience.

What could I do but wear a crooked dress (hey, at least the bodice fit, right?)?  I wasn’t about to spend more money on another dress, and I didn’t want this blunder to sour my experience as a bride.  So it was time to trouble-shoot.

Knowing that everyone would gaze at my dress as I walked down the aisle, I had to keep the front centered and let the zipper be off-center in the back.  My cathedral veil covered the length of my back from head to toe and even several more feet on the ground behind me.  Even though I had buttons lining my zipper, they didn’t show when I wore my veil.

Ceremony, check!

Reception?  Hmm… I wasn’t planning on wearing a veil to the reception.

Oh well, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my wedding day.  The absolute worst case scenario was that someone noticed my dress was crooked; I could live with that.  Fortunately, it didn’t matter that I had no plan.  Because I was either sitting, facing my guests, or moving around, no one had the occasion to observe the back of my dress for more than a moment.

In fact, I even got rave reviews about the dress!  My uncle tried to get my dad to loan it to him for his daughter whenever she got married.

Moral of the designer disaster story?  1) A dress doesn’t make a bride.  It’s the woman in the dress who makes a bride.  2) Spending a fortune on a dress (or on any aspect of the wedding) doesn’t guarantee enjoyment equal to the value that was paid, so hefty purchases must be measured intentionally and gripped loosely. 3) At the end of the day, I was married.  That celebration put the dress disappointment in perspective.


By Lindsay

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