..... my dress. :( I got a very surprise call last week.
Conversation in mandarin
Caller: Hi, is this so and so (my name in chinese)?
ok, i was thinking who can this be... calling my name in chinese
me:... umm... yea, this is she
caller: hi, i'm calling from "ai zi ling" (the bridal store name in chinese)
i am still very confused because i've only known the bridal store as Lucy's Bridal
me: (paused, thinking hard) okayyyy...
caller: oh, i am calling to let you know that the dress that you ordered is here
me: what dress?
at this point i kinda knew what she was talking about, but just needed to confirm
caller: errr..... your wedding dress. you bought a wedding dress from our store a few months ago.
now i realized that the painful memories that i have been trying to suppress.... surfaced... no way out now.
me: oh ok. that was fast, i thought it took longer than that to get it.
caller: no, that's about right. You ordered about 3 months ago. we told our customers it took 3-4 months to get the dress to be safe. anyway, i just want to let you know that you can come in anytime to do the dress fitting and please make sure you call ahead to make sure that tailor is here to do alterations if you need any.
me: ok thanks.... errr..... is the dress nice?
damn..... what kind of stupid question is that!!!
caller: we don't know. your dress came sealed in a bag. we don't open it until the customer comes to pick it up to prove that it's brand new.me: thanks. i will be sure to call before i come in.
caller: see you then. bye.
me: bye
phone clicked.
I was staring at my computer blanked... with mixed emotions. Scared & excited at the same time. After a few seconds which feels like forever, I quickly messaged June (my wedding planner buddy) to let her know my dress is here. Then I shot an email to Janet to let her know, to which she replied "are you excited?". I remembered she was very excited when she found out that her dress is here. Hell ya! I am excited. If I say I am not excited, that would be a lie. However.... something is holding me back.
You see, the situation is like this. I have fallen out of love with my dress as soon as I put the deposit down. I don't know how that happened, but it just did. I would always look at wedding dresses on magazines and turn green with envy, wish I could wear that. John has diagnosed me with Buyer's Remorse disease. I change my mind constantly about the things that I bought, the food that I ordered, basically any decisions that I made I always have second thoughts about. I always re-visit the same store twice in a week, just to return stuff because ... I have simply changed my mind! I can't help it.
Okay, my dress is no exception especially it involves something important. Of course I had second thoughts about my dress when I bought it. Now that it's here I have to face it. I decided not to go get it until we move. We will be moving this weekend, I don't want to haul that heavy gigantic dress in a truck and risk getting it ruined. So, please please let me fall in love with it again when i see it. I mean, why did i buy the dress in the first place? There must be something that attracted me to it, right. What was it? I know the pick-up skirt had alot to do with my decision at that time. The problem is I don't know if i like pick-up skirt anymore. :p
Everyone tries to assure me that there's nothing wrong with the dress. John kept telling me he likes my dress (he has never seen me in it, just the picture). June and Janet constantly ask me to stop checking out other dresses. I did. I really did. Janet said something that knocked me down to my senses "it's the man you are marrying, not the dress. stop worrying about your dress".
Now I can't wait to see my dress... and please.... help me fall in love with it again.... and oh, make it fit too. I've gained some weight since ... let's hope it fits.
I don't have a picture of me in the dress but here's the picture of the dress from Maggie Sottero's website. Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby present you with the dress that I have been rattling about for the past 1/2 hour.
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