Every bride’s nightmare is something going wrong on her big day. Brides have come to anticipate disappointment from their caterers, event planners, photographers and even family. However, this bride didn’t anticipate the unpleasant surprise she got a day before her wedding.
Planning a wedding in 3 months.
No lives were lost in the process in this story but I was pretty close to murdering someone that morning. I initially wanted to make a dress but the wedding plans were everywhere. My registry marriage was on the 4th of October 2019 and my white wedding was meant to be in June of 2020 but our family wanted it in January so, I had just 3 months to plan the wedding and take care of everything.
Saying “Yes” to a rented wedding dress.
After sorting the drama of whether or not it would be a church wedding and what church, the next question was naturally, what dress would I wear? I went dress shopping with my mom, aunt, maid of honour and mother-in-law. They were particular about the dress because my mother-in-law is a bit religious and she had concerns about what people might say. So what this means is my titties won’t be making an appearance (sorry girls).
My dress was meant to be custom made but I was feeling very lazy about doing follow up on the designer so I opted for a rented dress. I convinced myself with the lazy mantra of “why spend money making a dress when you can just rent one?”
I still stare at wedding dresses in lust.
We went dress shopping and eventually, we decided on a dress. Definitely not my dream dress cause I still catch myself staring at wedding dresses. It was a beautiful dress and everyone loved it but it wasn’t my favourite. You know when people repeatedly tell you something is beautiful or perfect until you just find yourself agreeing with them. I didn’t hate the dress, I just didn’t LOVE it.
They fucked up the pick-up date.
The dress was agreed on, booked and paid for. It was supposed to be delivered on a certain date but they called to ask us to pick up the dress on an earlier date because they were closing for Christmas. On the agreed date, my mother-in-law and I attended a wedding together before going to pick up the dress. Only for them to tell us it was a wrong date we should come back the following week on Thursday. This was strange because they were the ones who fixed the pick-up date. Plus, It wasn’t doable because Thursday was my traditional wedding.
There was a lot of back and forth until my mother-in-law volunteered to pick up the dress for me when she comes for the trad.
I forgot about my wedding dress.
Fast forward to my traditional wedding and I totally forget about my wedding dress because I’m busy with trad stuff. My mother-in-law had to remind me about it. My white wedding was meant to be two days after the traditional wedding and the agreement was trad in my state and white wedding in my husband’s state. So on the day after the trad, my mother-in-law came bearing bad news.
The omoest omo don happen.
See, I think she told my mom or something because no one said a word to me, maybe because they didn’t want to stress me. The bad news is, my wedding dress was delivered with a burnt black patch on my train. WHAT? WHATTTT?
The dress was delivered in a garment bag but my mother-in-law insisted on seeing the dress over. That was when she noticed the big, black, burnt patch.
WHAT HAPPENED TO MY WEDDING DRESS?
The person who delivered it was just as dumbfounded as we were. The store had closed for Christmas but they had someone deliver the dress to us. She didn’t even work with them, she was doing a friend a favour.
Apparently, the last bride before me, the train got caught in a sparkler and that was how it burnt.
The dress was huge and so it had to be fixed, the burnt bit. So, here I was, the day before my wedding waiting for my dress to be redone. They fixed the back, got another fabric on it but it was just wrinkled and the colour seemed off. Honestly, it didn’t look like the dress I tried on in their store anymore.
I almost wore my reception dress with a veil for my white wedding.
We almost went dress shopping in the morning but the refund we got wasn’t enough to rent another dress. I started threatening to wear my reception dress with a veil to the church. They fixed the dress as much as they could and I was just like, fuck it, it’s fine but inner me knew I was just managing it. The plan was to wear the dress for a few hours and just take it off as soon as I could.
Word of Advice to Young brides
Get a planner! I had one and she made sure I actually had a good time at the wedding.
Not getting your dream dress is not the end of the world (although I’m still trying to convince myself to let go of the idea).
Many things will go wrong, don’t come and kill yourself just have fun or get through the day without hurting anyone.
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