Wedding Dress

My New for the day was a continuation from last week's disappointment. If you are familiar with one of my posts, I don't remember which one it was, but I was supposed to try on wedding dresses that day but it didn't work out. Now if you're unfamiliar or you just forgot your probably thinking, "What the heck?! When are you getting married?!" Don't worry! it's okay, keep your shirt on. I am not getting married. The salon I work at is doing a bridal show on Sunday and I have to be one of the models.

Well, to refresh your memory, as soon as my boss talk me I had to get fitted, I went over to Celebration to get fitted right after work. The girl that was working there had no idea what the heck I was talking about so I left, disappointed, and just because the word hadn't been passed along to her yet.

So today, I call over there because supposedly the lady in charge of the show finally talked to them. The girl answers the phone and I explain to her that I am one of the models and I need to get fitted and when would be the best time to come over.

"Well, I need to see when you can come over first," she said. I know. Duh, that's why I called.

"How tall are you?"

"I'm 5'4". "

"Oh, well can you wear really high heals? Because we really need someone who is 5'7"."

Geez louis. Who really cares? Doesn't she want her dresses sold? She's being mighty picky. They already have a real bride and her dress that are walking down the runway and she just really didn't want to deal with me at all. But that still didn't make sense to me because don't you want the women to see the variety of dresses you have to offer? Whatever , it's her business.

She tells me the only times she has available for me to come in are in an hour or tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon, which I won't even be here. And I do not think those were the only times, she was just trying to make it hard so I wouldn't come. So I guess I'm leaving now!

I leave work and drive all the way downtown to this place. When I walk in I again explain who I am to this woman. She is nice, but I can just sense the strong feeling of annoyance. She quickly shoves me of to another employee to find me a dress. This girl doesn't seem all that interested either. She starts going through the rack and picks out two gowns, both of which I probably would not have picked, and I try on the first one. It fits pretty much perfect! It's a mermaid style and there is a clasp at my hip and tons and tons of layers that falls into a beautiful train. I look so pretty! But the girl was just not satisfied because he gown still touched the ground and she did NOT want to get dirt on it. So I borrowed her heels and then put on one of those puffy things that makes the dress go even bigger. It wasn't touching the ground finally. And she was satisfied.

The first dress was a keeper:) I got outta that thing real fast and walked out quickly as well. The whole thing took all of 15 minutes. I don't know why that lady was freaking out about scheduling me at the right time.

It wasn't as a fun experience as I was hoping it would be. Mainly because the girls there acted like little snobs and I only got to try on one dress. I can't wait to try on a zillion dresses when I'm getting married! I'm going to like that part the most I know it! Klienfelds, here I come!


Ezekiel 16:10
I clothed you with an embroidered dress and put sandals of fine leather on you. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments.