Showing posts with label Nightmare Bride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nightmare Bride. Show all posts
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Nightmare addendum
Remember how I foolishly said that nightmare bride's dress wasn't going to be done by the desired 1 pm pick up time? The short story is that the girl at the shop forgot to call and tell her it wasn't a possibility and to deal with it. Oops! Good thing I work fast when needed. The shop owner appologized a bunch and came out to my house to pick it up. We'll see if they pay up or decide they don't need the dress.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The nightmare returns
There are days when I love my job. The fabulousness of working in pj's while watching movies and sewing seems to lull me into a gentle peace. The birds seem to sing just for me, the air is crisp and sweet, and even the sun seems a bit brighter in the delicate blue sky.
Today is not that day. Remember this bride? Well she's back, and what's more, so is her mom. Apparently, her mom is concerned with how a bit of fabric is laying on the bust. Now, normally I wouldn't mind so much. Here is what makes me twitch like I have a Gom Jabbar pointed at my tender bits.
1- She had her bridal pictures done two weeks ago
2- She decided not to bring the dress by to be fixed until two hours ago
3- She is getting married ON FRIDAY!
4- She expects to pick it up tomorrow at 1 (not happening princess!)
5- SHE STILL HASN'T PAID FOR HER ALTERATIONS!!!!1eleven!!
Oh, and on top of that I am in my busiest season of the year (hence the less frequent posting) and can't just drop everything to fix a nit-picky little issue that the bride doesn't even care about. There are 11 dresses crammed into my studio right now. Guess who is just a number to me right now.
I therefore offer this letter to all the brides who think that their dress is the only dress in all of Christmas Town:
Dear pretty pretty princess brides,
Despite what you may have learned from your idiot parents or sycophantic friends or some facebook quiz, the world continues it's orbit around Sol, not you. You are so worried about tiny details of your dress that no one else will ever notice or care about. Honestly, most people are just showing up for the free food and to see if a disaster happens (oh they want disaster to happen. Your wedding is just a fancier Nascar to them). Your floofy meringue will attract there attention for approximately 2.74 minutes (it's true cause it's science!) and I guarantee they will never notice if the buttons down the back are all pointing the exact same direction.
You want to know the truth? No one cares. Even a very beautiful wedding will be talked about for all of 2 minutes after the fact. That is what your tens of thousands of dollars are getting you. 2 minutes. Course, I guess that's enough for some girls (boo-ya!).
More importantly, I don't care about your dress. Don't get me wrong, I care about doing a good job and getting paid. Sure, I want you to be happy with what I've done, but I don't sit at home on your wedding day wringing my hands together hoping that everyone tells you how lovely it is or asking who did your alterations (no one ever asks, anyway). I am probably sitting at home on my couch watching a movie and enjoying a tasty beverage. I don't suddenly sit upright, sniff the air and exclaim, "Ah! AshlyynKenzyyeLeigh is now married. Huzzah*!"
With all that in mind, please do the world a favor and shut the hell up. This goes for you too moms, grandmas and all other annoying bridal party people. I checked my calendar and it doesn't say anywhere that it is "your day." The rest of us have lives of our own that don't involve you or your cookie cutter wedding and we tend to want to keep it that way.
Sincerely,
Your Sewing Bitch
*Ok, I might actually exclaim "Huzzah!", but I assure you it is merely coincidental.
Today is not that day. Remember this bride? Well she's back, and what's more, so is her mom. Apparently, her mom is concerned with how a bit of fabric is laying on the bust. Now, normally I wouldn't mind so much. Here is what makes me twitch like I have a Gom Jabbar pointed at my tender bits.
1- She had her bridal pictures done two weeks ago
2- She decided not to bring the dress by to be fixed until two hours ago
3- She is getting married ON FRIDAY!
4- She expects to pick it up tomorrow at 1 (not happening princess!)
5- SHE STILL HASN'T PAID FOR HER ALTERATIONS!!!!1eleven!!
Oh, and on top of that I am in my busiest season of the year (hence the less frequent posting) and can't just drop everything to fix a nit-picky little issue that the bride doesn't even care about. There are 11 dresses crammed into my studio right now. Guess who is just a number to me right now.
I therefore offer this letter to all the brides who think that their dress is the only dress in all of Christmas Town:
Dear pretty pretty princess brides,
Despite what you may have learned from your idiot parents or sycophantic friends or some facebook quiz, the world continues it's orbit around Sol, not you. You are so worried about tiny details of your dress that no one else will ever notice or care about. Honestly, most people are just showing up for the free food and to see if a disaster happens (oh they want disaster to happen. Your wedding is just a fancier Nascar to them). Your floofy meringue will attract there attention for approximately 2.74 minutes (it's true cause it's science!) and I guarantee they will never notice if the buttons down the back are all pointing the exact same direction.
You want to know the truth? No one cares. Even a very beautiful wedding will be talked about for all of 2 minutes after the fact. That is what your tens of thousands of dollars are getting you. 2 minutes. Course, I guess that's enough for some girls (boo-ya!).
More importantly, I don't care about your dress. Don't get me wrong, I care about doing a good job and getting paid. Sure, I want you to be happy with what I've done, but I don't sit at home on your wedding day wringing my hands together hoping that everyone tells you how lovely it is or asking who did your alterations (no one ever asks, anyway). I am probably sitting at home on my couch watching a movie and enjoying a tasty beverage. I don't suddenly sit upright, sniff the air and exclaim, "Ah! AshlyynKenzyyeLeigh is now married. Huzzah*!"
With all that in mind, please do the world a favor and shut the hell up. This goes for you too moms, grandmas and all other annoying bridal party people. I checked my calendar and it doesn't say anywhere that it is "your day." The rest of us have lives of our own that don't involve you or your cookie cutter wedding and we tend to want to keep it that way.
Sincerely,
Your Sewing Bitch
*Ok, I might actually exclaim "Huzzah!", but I assure you it is merely coincidental.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
And so it begins
"I don't know how you can deal with brides everyday!"
This is a phrase I hear all too often. I have been working for some time as a seamstress primarily working on wedding gowns. Honestly, it's not the most horrible gig in the world. I work from home (in my p.j.s most days), make decent money, set my own hours, and, oh yeah, get to deal with some of the craziest people on the planet (and their moms!). Hmm...why do I do it? Meh, who cares. At least I get some entertaining stories out of it, and, by extension, so do you.
Where to begin. How about we keep it fairly tame for this intro post. This happened fairly recently and is still extremely odd to me. I had a first fitting with this bride the day before and she was rather picky, but not awful. Honestly, how many times do I need to pin the bustle for you to feel at peace with it? We finished up, set up a pickup appointment, and all was well. For that day. The next day (sunday-my day off) my phone rang at 9 am and guess who it is. Here is a basic transcript of the conversation (for a written copy send a self addressed envelope to Pueblo, Colorado!):
Her: Hi, I was just calling because I just had a nightmare last night that the hem on my dress ended up being too short.
Me: Um...ok...
Her: Yeah, so I think we should make it longer than what you marked yesterday.
Me: Well, I can do that if you like, but I marked it to just above the ground and it really should be fine.
Her: I know, it's just in my dream it was really too short, so I think we should move it just to be safe.
Me: *getting a strained neck from how hard I'm rolling my eyes* You got it. I will do it a little longer than what is marked.
Her: Good! Thanks!
Don't you hate it when people insist on telling you about their dreams? Seriously, though, why would you phrase it like that? She could have just told me she had decided she wanted it longer, but she feels the need to tell me it's because of a dream?
Brides are crazy and there is the proof.
This is a phrase I hear all too often. I have been working for some time as a seamstress primarily working on wedding gowns. Honestly, it's not the most horrible gig in the world. I work from home (in my p.j.s most days), make decent money, set my own hours, and, oh yeah, get to deal with some of the craziest people on the planet (and their moms!). Hmm...why do I do it? Meh, who cares. At least I get some entertaining stories out of it, and, by extension, so do you.
Where to begin. How about we keep it fairly tame for this intro post. This happened fairly recently and is still extremely odd to me. I had a first fitting with this bride the day before and she was rather picky, but not awful. Honestly, how many times do I need to pin the bustle for you to feel at peace with it? We finished up, set up a pickup appointment, and all was well. For that day. The next day (sunday-my day off) my phone rang at 9 am and guess who it is. Here is a basic transcript of the conversation (for a written copy send a self addressed envelope to Pueblo, Colorado!):
Her: Hi, I was just calling because I just had a nightmare last night that the hem on my dress ended up being too short.
Me: Um...ok...
Her: Yeah, so I think we should make it longer than what you marked yesterday.
Me: Well, I can do that if you like, but I marked it to just above the ground and it really should be fine.
Her: I know, it's just in my dream it was really too short, so I think we should move it just to be safe.
Me: *getting a strained neck from how hard I'm rolling my eyes* You got it. I will do it a little longer than what is marked.
Her: Good! Thanks!
Don't you hate it when people insist on telling you about their dreams? Seriously, though, why would you phrase it like that? She could have just told me she had decided she wanted it longer, but she feels the need to tell me it's because of a dream?
Brides are crazy and there is the proof.
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