Anyways, some of you know I was married before. At that wedding, ten years ago, I weighed 40 pounds more than I do today. So, you can imagine how excited I am to be wearing a much slimmer dress this time. I am so excited, in fact, that I've been going to great pains to make sure that dress looks as good as it can. I'm back with a trainer at the gym and tracking calories on my refrigerator again to make sure I'm hitting the marks.
Going along with this, it was also extremely important to me that the dress be taken in as much as was absolutely possible. I figured between losing a few more pounds at the gym before the wedding and the fact that the dress's top has boning in it, getting that baby altered to an uber-small size wouldn't be a problem. Well - I foresaw one problem. I was afraid the seamstress would say something silly like, "I need to leave some room so you'll be comfortable" or "Breathing is important" or "Will you be able to sit?"
Well, no such worries today. I met with the seamstress who, as it turns out, grew up in Soviet Eastern Europe. In keeping with every stereotype I have, this lady--while super nice--was also really hardcore about her business. Me being comfortable never even came up, and she was the one who jumped right in with, "Okay, we need to get a certain silhouette here." And man, did she do it. There was a whole lot of pinning and lacing going on, the full extent of which became clear when I was driving home and realized how relieved my stomach was. For those worrying I'm going to be in a straight jacket, have no fears. It's not that bad, but it's definitely keeping me on track with the gym regiment. The seamstress seemed very apologetic that she would have to take the dress in, which I didn't understand at first. Having a small dress made smaller is quite an ego trip. But you know what's not small? The labor and cost for cutting through heavy fabric and boning. Yikes.
Still, all things considered, I guess that crazy mom on Toddlers and Tiaras who kept telling her poor child "Beauty is pain" was right. Apparently that was true in the Soviet era as well. I've got some pretty tall heels too, which my feet are grudgingly getting used to. I can handle that, so long as it doesn't turn into "Beauty is a sprained ankle." And no matter what else Toddlers and Tiaras has taught me, I refuse to wear fake teeth or hair pieces. I will also not be dancing like a stripper in front of judges who are thirty years older than me, but hopefully that goes without saying.
Anyway, I leave you with a couple of things. For those who keeping asking to see the wedding ensemble, again: no postings until after the wedding. Not just for lolcatz's sake, but also because...well, it ruins the surprise all around.
I'll also be harassing you about this all week: Bitten By Books is down to the finals in its Favorite Paranormal Author 2009 poll. I'm in the finals, as are some other good people. If you feel like voting, the link is here on the right side of the screen.