Wedding Woe

Well, stupid me, I didn't think twice before plugging in my iron. And then, the horror began. I slowly pressed the iron onto the beautiful dress (not really paying any attention to the type of fabric), just to clear a few creases and within seconds, as I lifted the iron–POOF. A piece of the fabric (a triangle about three inches wide to be exact) had disappeared, or no wait, managed to melt its way onto my iron. Yup! I had one of those crazy panicky moments. After cursing my iron to hell (excuse my language) I finally had the decent sense to somewhat calm down and call my fellow bridesmaid. Rule number one: to any bridesmaids who are reading this, do not call the bride immediately. She's already under duress, the last thing you want to do is panic, because even the most calm of brides can get finicky leading up to the big "I dos".

At first I was telling Jenn (the other bridesmaid) that I should cover it up with a flower. But the placement of the hole, which was on the lower left portion of the dress but halfway above the knee, was not exactly a prime spot for a hole to be covered over by some accessory or trinket. So, option number two: buy another dress. No that wouldn't work, as we all had to be uniformed and well, I couldn't exactly go to the store, as we had bought this dress months and months ago. Which *sigh* left me with option number three: bring out the sewing kit.

For some reason, my mom, who's usually the pro at stitching, had gone vegetable picking. And my dad, to no avail, had suggested using velcro to tape it up. Of course, we didn't have any "velcro" abundantly lying around. So, here I was, me, a needle, a thread and a big hole to fill (mind you I had a 9 a.m. appointment to meet and time was ticking as it was already 8:30). Somehow, someway, someone was watching over me, as there was enough fabric (the dress was a nice short purple bubble dress) for me to bunch together and stitch. Oh and it helped that I paid attention to my grandmother's sewing instructions when I was younger–mind you I've never been a great sewer.

After running around, I finally arrived at the wedding ceremony, fingers crossed that the bride wouldn't kick me out or worst yet, start to scream, cry and throw a tantrum. My mission was to not ruin her day as much as possible. And, thank goodness for Alvie (that's the bride). She was such a good sport about it, so were the other bridesmaids. After much deliberation, we realized that it really, truly, wasn't that bad. At least it wasn't the wedding dress I was ironing right? And so for the rest of the evening, I walked, danced and chit-chatted around with a hole in my dress unbeknown to many guests until I "proudly" pointed it out to them.

So the moral of the story? Invest in a handy steamer (this would have never happened if I had used one), tell your bridesmaid's not to prep or try the dress on for the first time the morning of the wedding (at least if this happened the night before I could have had some time to sew it together properly or do better damage control), and lastly give your bridesmaid's an emergency kit (sewing kit, tape, etc. my recommendation is Mindy Weiss' Bridal Emergency Kit) because chances are, I'm not the only one who's had mishaps–although perhaps I am the only who's burnt their bridesmaid dress on the day of. Ah, well, lesson learned for next time.