Dress Fitting

Ooooh! Today I went to have the calico "practice" bodice fitted for my wedding dress. This lady knows what she is doing - snip here, pin there, tweak here and before you know it, the initially saggy and horrible first attempt turned into a snug, perfectly tailored bodice. While she was pinning me into shape, I asked her about her background and it turns out she has absolutely massive experience, including working with Liberty of London doing wedding dresses, so I got very lucky!

As part of the fitting, she had run up a mock sleeve and it turned out to be completely wrong - I would have looked like two erect wind socks stitched together in the middle, so she quickly snipped, sewed and before you could blink had totally redesigned the sleeve to be something quite lovely and much more elegant. I am just dying to see the finished dress! I go back next Tuesday for a final fitting and double check on hem length and last minute tweaks and then I shall be able to take some pictures and post them. Honestly, I never thought I'd get so excited about a dress!

Meanwhile, back on planet Earth, the florist mailed us a price that was £130 over her highest estimate, which was a bit of a shocker and I nearly had a seizure in John Lewis' trying to find a nice bra to go under my dress - I'd have had all the choice in the world had I only been blessed with bee-stings and a small back, but larger ladies like me just don't get the same choices.

The only fly in the ointment at the moment is that both Kim and I are worried about leaving our old, moth-eaten cat while we go away after our wedding. Yesterday we were out for about eight hours and he was in such a state of upset at being alone for so long that he disgraced himself on the carpet. I'm not sure if it was pique and a "take that!" attitude, or if he just got so distressed and then over-excited when we got back that he couldn't help himself. Normally, as I work from home, he has someone about most of the time - now we're wondering how he will cope for a whole week with just the cat-sitter calling to feed him and spend a short time. Our cat-sitter is lovely, but there's only so much time she can spend with any one animal. Mr Cat is so old now that I think both of us are worried that he might not last till we get back from honeymoon, though we're both avoiding saying as much.



Ah well, it's late and I have a practice for the service to go to tomorrow, so I had better start getting some early nights so I don't have horrible eye-bags for the pictures!