Wedding Dress Update


Ok everyone, here is my formal wedding dress update.

A few posts back, I talked about how a seamstress botched my wedding dress. I was a mess. I found a seamstress near my new home who could get me in, but couldn’t until this past Monday, which was exactly one week out from my wedding (I know, I’m getting married on a Monday and it’s weird).

I brought it into this new seamstress after teaching summer school. I was hot and tired, and I was so worried that things wouldn’t work out with my dress. My new seamstress, Cheryl, was the sweetest woman on earth. When I tried on the ill-fitting dress, she assured me that it was a beautiful dress and that I made a great choice (and let me tell you dress regret is real and that was lovely to hear).

Throughout the entire process Cheryl kept reminding me that she would get my dress fixed and that my wedding would be perfect. Oh boy, that afternoon I really needed to hear those things.

After an initial inspection, Cheryl said she knew she could undo the botched alterations. What a relief! Then even better, Cheryl said that after seeing what she would need to do that if I wanted I could hang around and she could finish up my dress and let me take it home that day. Of course I decided to stay.

Taking out the previous work was simple but delicate work. Cheryl worked carefully as I sat nearby watching Property Brothers. Once Cheryl finished, I tried back on my dress and we both came to the same conclusion: given the time constraint, the dress fit best as it sat now. There wasn’t much left to be done in the remaining time.

But Cheryl didn’t stop there. No, since the top now sits a little loosely, she gave me a bunch of double sided tape so that I can secure my dress if I feel the need. It was such a sweet gesture, something completely extra and unnecessary for her to do.

So in the end, my dress isn’t perfect, but it looks beautiful on me again and I’m happy with it (which is what matters). I’m so thankful for Cheryl’s sweet soul. She was just who I needed.

I ordered some more items to help secure the dress if necessary, but I’m not worried about it, and I think it sits nicely enough already.

And in case you were wondering about my dear groom’s wardrobe, I spent the night pressing his suit since he decided the best thing to do with it while moving was to stuff it in the trunk of his car. Oh, how I love his sweet, silly spirit (but come on, right?).

As the end of my wedding week closely approaches and I go into my wedding and honeymoon, my blog might be a little more absent, but I will be updating my instagram so feel free to go follow me @imannaphillips to stay up-to-date with all my wedding activities.

Why My Wedding Is Making Me Panic (It’s All About The Dress)


I hope you’re all enjoying your long weekend (if you get one). I’m still working today, but I’m really excited to have tomorrow to rest and relax. This weekend was a busy one for me. I moved on Saturday (once everything is unpacked, I’ll create a post dedicated to the new apartment), and then on Sunday, Eric and I drove to pick up my new dress.

Guys, I was already antsy about picking up my dress. I was hoping that after alterations it would fit me perfectly, like it’s supposed to. I was told that my dress would be ready to pick up July 1, but I scheduled an appointment to pick it up for July 2 since I was moving the day before. Anyway, on July 2, I showed up to the store, and the owner told me my dress wasn’t finished yet and asked if I could come back the following day. Then, because she knew I was out-of-state, she asked me to give her a couple hours to finish it.

I gave her the time and came back. I tried it on. It didn’t fit. And not in “I gained too much weight” didn’t fit. It was as in “I rushed and messed up your alterations” didn’t fit. My dress didn’t even need altered that much, but now it doesn’t sit on my body where it is supposed to. People I’m getting married in two weeks from today! So I did then what I should have done in the first place, I took my dress and left. I cried all the way to my parents’ home where we were eating supper. I was hysterical. I thought I was going to have to buy a new dress.

My mom and one of my sisters helped me back in the dress, pulled and tugged, and helped me to realized that the dress was still OK, and the fix should be relatively easy.

Luckily, I found a seamstress today who said (via phone) that she thinks she should easily be able to correct the problem in a day.

I think I’ll still be feeling panicky until the issue is resolved. The seamstress can’t get me in until this following Monday, and then I’ll only be one week out from my wedding.

So please send prayers and well wishes out for me as I wait to see how my dress debacle plays out!


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