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So I waited a little while to update you all on the dress saga...because it really continued!

The dress did not arrive when we had hoped...which was aweful all on its own...but added to it was that the owner of the shop ordered the wrong size...one size SMALLER. Smaller I tell you, who in there right mind orders a wedding gown in a size smaller than the bride requested? So before the dress was even in the store I knew it was not going to fit and we only had 3 weeks to fix the problem. I am not sure how one should react in this situation but I was a very angry combination of rage and sadness...the owner was unavailable so I unleashed this combination on the poor sales girl who happened to be at the counter. I know she had no control or responsibility for the problem but I held her accountable. I did not say or do anything any self obssessed bride 3 weeks from her wedding would do...I cried! Big crocodile tears...and then I got mad, demanded my money, then demanded the dress, then cried. She made the horrifying mistake of asking me to calm down to which I retorted with a rant asking if she was married, which she is not, and that she could tell me to calm down when this happened to her.

In the end I left the store with no dress, no solution and no plan...except to call my attorney! Now this may sound odd, most girls would call a mom or bridesmaid, I did that but not until I had dear wonderful Bev Anderson on the case. She quickly determined I was in the right and they were wrong and they had to get me what i ordered or else. We are now in the or else...I went and tried the dress on and let them see what I already knew, it did not fit. They said lots of very vague things about getting new lace and fixing it but at that point the dress was tainted...I did not love it or anything about it anymore. the whole situation had become sad and icky.

So with two weeks to go em, tam and alisa and I went out searching for another dress...now as most of you know I am taller than the average bride so off the rack is not really something i can ussually do...but much to my surprise we found a gorgeous dress in my size off the rack...that was 2 inches too long. I bought it that day and within a week they had it completely altered to me and in my closet. It is not the dress I fell in love with or imagined I would walk down the aisle in but as em said the only dress that is really your wedding dress is the one you wear on that day...so I am working to let go of the other one and love and embrace the new one.

I never imagined this would be part of our story...and I am sure it will continue on after the wedding to get the whole mess corrected...but I guess it could be worse, and some day I will figure out what that could be.