The first one... on wedding dresses

Today was the WDD day – the wedding dress disaster!

I decided, long ago, that I really want to make my own dress. Normally, I would take a lot of pleasure in shopping, but I managed to find only two “Christian” dress shops in Delhi and they weren't very appealing. One was in somebody’s basement – closed shut, the other was more of a shady storage/workroom space with a phlegmatic owner. While I didn't expect to find lacy, sparkly bliss, the depressing rows of dirty polyester were way too much to handle. In my fragile bridal state, I decided to run for my life…

Murky shops aside, creating a glimmering cloud of tulle seemed too delicious to pass!

Unfortunately, with our upcoming move (oh, the ticking countdown clock!), guests coming all the way from Europe and, ya, the wedding itself, I wouldn't have the time.

Of course, if I had my draping form it could be a breeze, but drafting the pattern, making the toile and then the actual dress would simply be too much.

Finally, I decided to compromise. I figured I can have the tailor do the base that requires, well, tailoring. With that part done, I could concentrate on the whole shimmering mist aspect of dressmaking – the cherry on the top, so to speak.

Note on dressmaking in India: it’s really amazing when you see the backstage of all these detailed embroidered wonders! You can look at these meticulous works of art for ages and never guess they were created in some 2 by 2 closet with a leaking roof!

And we are back to my dress story. I saw the results today and it’s not looking well... Bodice is pulling up distorting the whole fit, the waist is way too broad and armholes way too tight, not to mention my boobs, pardon my French,  are flattened like two pancakes.

Of course, I panicked… what the hell am I supposed to do with THAT?  We are leaving in 3 days and the dress is a disaster! It was supposed to be a cloud of fairy dust but instead, I look like I stole Halloween costume from some skinny teenager!

Fortunately, the panic didn't last too long and I figured it’s all about the straps. They are way too short, pulling the whole construction up. It shouldn't take too long to adjust them. There is still hope we will leave on time, with my dress looking as perfect as it can (before adding my sartorial cherry!).

Oh, and on top of everything else, our fridge just sold. I was left with 8 eggs so I made ginormous meringue with kind of egg pudding crème, closely followed by family size pizza. Even if master tailor will sort out my dress now, I may have another fitting problem very soon…