So, it appears that not all bridal shop seamstresses are created equal. After purchasing my dress online, I took it to my local bridal shop to have it taken in. I guess I didn’t realize that I had to follow up with these people to make sure that they actually altered the dress in a way that would fit me.
I left my dress at the Columbia Bridal Boutique for a good five weeks, and was shocked to find out when I went to pick it up that the seamstress had apparently sewn the bodice on her Play-Skool sewing machine. Not only was it still too big, she hadn’t even removed the trimwork to take it in. Really, now, that job I could have done myself. To add insult to injury, the shop owner – who was clearly irritated that I hadn’t bought my dress there in the first place – gave me hell for not coming in wearing the proper undergarments. As if switching bras is going to make three cup sizes worth of difference? Apparently “professional” is somewhat of a moving target at the Columbia Bridal Boutique. Just in case you missed it, The Columbia Bridal Boutique is NOT recommended, ladies.
After that, I decided I better find someone less self-righteous to fix this mess. I visited the Kimberla’s Bridal Boutique in Culpeper, where store owner Kimberla had too many jobs lined up to take mine but gave me a few leads. Special thanks to her for helping me out in my time of need, dress purchase in her store or not.
The second seamstress said she could maybe fit me in between Revival on Friday night and her cousin’s first sermon on Saturday afternoon. I thought I better find another option, and fast. The third seamstress was sympathetic and horrified that a bridal shop would do such a butchery on my dress. I went to her little townhouse for a quick fitting and she assured me in her Indian lilt that she could fix it. The best part of all is that it would only cost me ... wait for it ... twenty-five dollars. Well, hallelujah, saints be praised. I damn near fell over in shock. There are really some things to love about small towns.
Back in two weeks to pick it up. Stay tuned.
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On Memorial Day weekend, my partner and I will be married in a private ceremony in Culpeper, Virginia: a charming hamlet of 42,000, nestled in the heart of Virginia wine country. We wanted an intimate ceremony with family and close friends, so we chose the home of people who mean a lot to us. There's just one little problem with our wedding location: it's located smack in the geographic center of a decidedly red state. Read on for the true tale of planning a lesbian wedding in rural America.
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