Shopping - with specials
My (younger) sister is getting married. Its great. She's got a nice guy, they already have the house and two dogs, I'm all very happy about it.
But, for various reasons beyond her control, she has had a very short lead-time from setting the date to the actual day. About 7 weeks all told. To organise EVERYTHING.
Fortunately, being 12,000miles or however far away we are from the UK, I have mostly kept out of the whirlwind of activity involved in getting things sorted. At least until I got home.
Most of the major stuff had been done. My sister has a very capable bridesmaud who has assisted with things like getting a dress. Venues had already been booked, invites sent out, cake decided on, celebrant booked. It was all going swimmingly, until the sharks fin appeared on the horizon.
The mother-of-the-bride (also the mother of me, obviously), hadnt got a dress. MOTB also hasnt bought a dress in some years, doesnt like clothes shopping, doesnt like spending money (at least not on herself) and generally has some issues about her 'lumpy bits'.
As I was the only one who hadnt lost patience with her (from not being anywhere near her), I was sent on dress-safari.
*sigh*
Here are some edited highlights:
1st shop
Me: "Red looks great on you, get that dress"
MOTB: "But it shows my lumpy bits"
Me (cheerfully): "Well, they arent that bad, the right kind of underwear will sort that out"
MOTB: "No, that never works, lets try another shop"
Me (still naively optimistic): "ok!"
5th shop
Me: "That looks good, get that one"
MOTB: "its too short, you can see my legs"
Me: "So? get some decent pantyhose, it will be fine"
MOTB: "that will be too hot for summer. Besides, you can see my lumpy bits"
Me (rolls eyes): "your lumpy bits arent as bad as you think, just get some decent underwear"
101st shop
Me: "just buy it"
MOTB: *something about lumpy bits*
You get the idea. This goes on for a few more shops, the converstation about lumpy bits and how to effectively hide them getting more heated as the day wears on.
Finally, we get to the shop where MOTB sees a frock that is soo good she happily tries it on, actually admits her lumpy bits arent as bad as she thinks, and that she could even show a bit of leg. And doesnt even flinch at the thought of spending nearly as much on her dress as my sister spent on the wedding frock.
But she wont take it home...
Why??? Why??!
MOTB: "Well, I just want to wait until they get in the bigger size, just to see if it fits better.
Panic sets in. I know if she is given any more time to think about it, she will change her mind and something will 'magically' happen to the dress to make it no longer perfect.
But I can't get her to change her mind and we leave the dress IN THE SHOP!
Gah!
When the bigger size finally comes in, it is too big, and somehow the original one has become wrong and imperfect. Now we have no dress, and an even more panic striken MOTB.
Two days later she sheepishly admits the dress has been bought, and she has got it home. Not the original dress, oh no, that would be too easy. But instead it is a 'different' dress, only its the same style, colour AND size of the first.
But its better.
Now all she needs is shoes and a handbag.....
posted by bee-eric @ 6:21 am
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