Dressed to kill

Oh my gosh I am so sick of dealing with my dress. 

First I had to order it in my size.  Then I had to try it on.  Then I had to buy tulle for the petticoat I wanted them to add.  Then I had to try it on again.  Then they added the tulle and I had to try it on to see how long to make the tulle.  Then I had to try it on again, and the tulle was longer on one side than the other and had pieces hanging off of it.  And the dress hadn't been pressed (even though I'd asked them to).  Then I came back AGAIN and tried it on . . . the tulle was better, but it still needed pressing.

So they pressed it for me right then.  Thank God. Now it's hanging in my closet . . . we'll see if gets creased between now and the big day. 

Meanwhile, the shoes came, and they're not the most comfortable things in the world, but I so don't care, because a) I love them, and b) I do NOT want to try to find something else.  So instead I am wearing them around the office to break them in.  Ha!