Attire, check

My final dressing fitting was today, and since all went well, I actually got to take the dress home with me. I think the seamstress saw the panic on my face when she asked if I wanted to take it because she immediately offered to keep it for another few days. There are so many things I could do to screw it up. I’m not exactly Diane von Furstenberg’s assistant or anything. I mean, what if I hang it wrong? What if my house burns down and I can’t sprint up the stairs through the rising flames to grab it? What if I spill something on it, because even though it’s in a special bag and behind closet doors in a room I never go in, you know that could happen?

Anyway, the dress is home. It feels fabulous and if you will indulge me, I say it looks pretty swell too. You really can’t go wrong in your wedding dress. Well, I’m sure someone in the history of weddings has been able to mess up the whole glowing bride bit but it probably doesn’t happen that often. Now, I really need to get enough sleep and avoid having panicked late-night, stress-induced binge sessions so I can fit into it and maybe not look like a vampire when the time comes. Oh, the pressure!