Last November, I offered to put a wedding dress together in the matter of about four days. Those were very long days. But the dress got done and the bride was in tears when she saw it. It was nicer then the one she had purchased that the seamstress who was supposed to be altering it never could seem to alter. Or release. The first time she put it on so I could see what would need to be altered and what the hemming would need to be, the bride glowed. She was very pleased.
I can see every mistake. But that is because I wished it to be perfect and it was not. Not the bride could tell. The initials embroidered in blue inside the bodice were part of the tears.
You will notice that the front is higher then most people would wish. The bride was terrified that she would trip over the dress and was planning on wearing Converse tennis shoes during the reception. She did not trip. She was afraid she would rip the dress right off of herself. I made sure that was not going to happen!
Overall, I was pleased. I got thanked profusely. I am told that I can ask the mother of the bride any favour I may ever need. They really thought there was not going to be a dress to wear. There was a dress. Many other things went wrong with this wedding but since the dress was done and loved, nothing else mattered. That is a win.
It was a lovely wedding.