I’ve been putzing around trying to figure out where to get my dress altered, considering I hadn’t spent much on the dress in the first place. I took it to a Filipino lady who has done a couple of my friends’ wedding dresses and, in fact, she altered a bridesmaid dress for me many years ago. She actually recognized me when I walked in. “Oh, now I know who you are.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I remember you. It’s your turn now, huh? Ok, go in there and put the dress on. I hope you brought your undergarments.”
After putting the dress on and coming out of the dressing room, Lucy took a look. “Where did you get this dress?”
“I had it made in China–some online site.”
She shook her head. “I can tell.”
I got rather nervous. “What do you mean you can tell? You’re saying that because you’re an expert, right? Only you can tell it’s not couture.”
“Nonsense! Anyone can tell. Look at this. It’s not well-made. Look! It’s very apparent. Darts on the front of the dress?! Visible darts? Look how bad that looks!”
I frowned. “Oh no, Lucy. I thought it was fine. What am I going to do?”
“That’s why you’re here. Stop worrying. I’ll make it all better. I’ll make it the way they should have made it. It’s too late now, but I should have custom-made your dress. You spent money for this dress, then you have to spend more money to have it altered. Such a waste. And you’re so small! Just a few yards of really nice silk and I could have made you whatever you wanted from a magazine. Remember that for next time.”
“Lucy, don’t say that. There isn’t going to be another wedding for me. This is it.”
“I meant for your anniversary–next time, next time. Not another wedding, goodness!”
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