too many episodes of say yes to the dress where the brides go into the alterations for their first or second fitting and something is wrong and they freak out…because the moment i went in there and saw the tipsies of my toesies i felt like i was being video taped for a reality tv show. “ya gotta be kiddin right?”
couple of moments later, it worked out, and i didnt rip my hair out..and neither did my mother.. but good grief, nothing makes ya more chlostrophobic or hot and uncomfortable with some woman nippin and pinnin than an un airconditioned room during some tense moments over a wedding dress.
50 days. 50 days. 50 days.
:), lets hope final fitting number 2 goes smoother.