When I was a bridesmaid in my friends wedding, a seamstress took our measurements 9 months prior to the wedding. The week before the wedding my dress was still not ready, but the bride assured me that the seamstress would have it ready in time.
On the Big Day I showed up with my hair and make up done, and was ready for my gown. The skirt fit great, but the top was made for someone the size of 2 year old. I am a size 0 but my chest is large...the lace-up corset would not close! The coordinator asked me to remove the padding in my bra! What padding? The ceremony was set to begin in an hour and I was half naked! I did the only thing which I could do. I laced that corset so tight I felt the air leave my diaphragm. I could only breathe quick shallow breaths. My face and chest were all red and that only accentuated the melons popping out over the top. At the wedding, I couldnt sit, eat, or breathe.
Finally, I told my boyfriend of my distress and we went to a stall in the mens room where he tried to get me out of that contraption! He tried for about 10 minutes as I kept screaming " Stop it, its too tight! It hurts! Youre doing it wrong! Let me try!" Guests were standing outside laughing; I later found out that it had gotten around at the reception that we were having sex in the mens bathroom! Finally I got out of the top and wore my boyfriends suit jacket. For the rest of the night I just went and boogied down in my skirt and jacket and nothing else!
Jenn had always known what she was going to wear on her wedding day: Her mother's hand-sewn wedding dress. The only one of four sisters who was even remotely as slim as their mother had been on her big day, Jenn thought of this as a celebration of her parents' marriage as well as her own wedding. Also, being a practical woman, she liked the idea of not having to spend any more money than what dry cleaning her mother's gown would cost her. Two days before the wedding, Jenn's parents had come to the town where Jenn and her groom were going to marry and settle. Together, they went to the dry cleaner's to pick up the dress.
"I'm so sorry," the manager said, "I tried hand-cleaning your gown myself, but it should have been done years ago. The fabric was too brittle and just fell apart. I'm very sorry, but your gown is ruined."
Jenn and her parents took one look at each other, then rushed out to the car to run to the closest wedding shop. Her father, choking back tears, heard the back seat door closing. Thinking both women were in the car, he drove off - and ran over his wife's foot.
Jenn got a gown, though not the one she had planned on. And her mother attended the wedding - on crutches and with a cast on her foot. And Dad, the orthopedic surgeon, was blushing even more than the bride...
I was the maid of honor in my best friends wedding and we had gorgeous Watters and Watters gowns that cost a pretty penny. Well, after the reception as the bride and groom were riding off in their limo, the best man and I made a mad dash for the honeymoon suite to decorate it with candles and rose petals.
We set the lights low, turned on some soft music, and ran a bubble bath. Our plan was to leave the suite through the upstairs door just as they were coming in the downstairs door. My last job was to turn off the bath at the last minute so it would remain nice and warm. Everything was set to go and we were running right on time.
However, just as I was turning off the bath, I smelled something burning. It was me! The bonehead best man left a burning candle on floor right by the bathtub and my gorgeous dress caught on fire and we had to hurry and put it out and get rid of the burnt smell before they caught us in the room. We made it out just in time- the best man with a sheepish grin on his face, and me with a huge whole in the bottom of my gown.
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