I browsed the store for a few minutes, looking at all the beautiful gowns, it made me remember mine and Seniors special day, and how I wished to pick one of these new creations out and do it all over again...then I looked at the price tag!
While my niece was getting in to every thing, and after my day dreams of another wedding ended. I sat out in the bridal shop and watched other happy "bride to bes" pick and choose among the racks of dresses. I remember when I was looking for my dress, that this was the most exciting thing about getting married...it was like playing "dress up" .
As I am a major people watcher I found entertainment in one girl who was a size 18 thinking she could get in to a size 10.
The poor sales girl could not tell her which gown to choose, only offer suggestions for other more better fitting ones. Every time the future bride tried on a tight fitting dress, you could see the sales girl hold her breath and hope the seams did not rip out. She asked for help in zipping up the back, but the zipper would only go so far of course.
Finally it was when the brides mother spoke up and stopped the insanity. Her daughter told her they could be altered..but the mother shot back with : "Yes, but even alterations have their limits..."
By that time, I got the cue from my sister that my niece was ready:
She looked gorgeous ! Funny how a dress can transform a person.
The seamstress spent close to an hour pinning here and there, and having my niece turn around over and over. She felt like a fairy princess, and honestly looked like one as well.
Finally we were finished, and upon our exit I saw that one particular "Bride to Be" was still at it with dresses.. *Sigh* That poor sales girl was definantly earning her comission.
-JUGM
