So by now everyone knows my daughter Alexandra got married. In true wedding style, there was some drama. Nothing too serious but nerve wracking all the same.
The saga begins–
When Alex was trying on her gown for a fitting, they put the most gorgeous veil on her. Those ladies at Saks Bridal were great to work with. It seemed a bit extreme to pay that much money for the veil, which would be on her head for, I don’t know, 20 minutes. Would anyone really remember or see the veil after that? No.
So I scoured the internet for a comparable, yet less expensive veil. I found one on Simply Bridal, ordered it. We were golden.
Now my regular UPS man knows that if he pulls up and the dog is outside:
- If he leaves a package on the front stoop when the dog is out, the dog will rip it apart, box and contents. (He no longer chews my shoes, but alas, can’t break him of the package problem).
- I am home. The dog is only alone on the front lawn if I am home. So, he rings the bell and hands me the package. If the dog is not outside, not a problem. Leave the box and no one is the wiser.
It wasn’t me!!
Unfortunately, the substitute UPS man was not aware of the Woody Factor. So, he dropped the veil on the front porch, gave the dog a milk bone and left. Woodster went to work. By the time I found the veil, it was ripped in 5 places and the packaging was torn to shreds. I took this as a sign from above to order the veil from Saks.
Act 2 of our saga — In mid-April I called Saks Bridal and ordered the veil. No problem, should we ship it to you when it arrives? I think not. Hold the veil with the dress. Four days before the wedding we go to Saks for the final fitting. Dress looks great. The veil mayvan brings in the veil and shows us how and where to place the veil. She wondered why I turned a whiter shade of pale. (My apologies to Procol Harem.) I actually remained quite calm as I mentioned, “That’s not my veil. I ordered the single veil, finger tip length with a pencil ribbon edge. This veil is a double veil, down to her knees.” The veil-meister was not happy either but she was able to get the veil people to ship the right one to the hotel we are staying at near our venue.
Act 3, the saga continues — I get to the hotel and I am handed a full length white garment bag, with Alex’s veil. Phew. The Wedding Day has finally arrived. We do hair and makeup. I lay the gown, veil, and various dresses and tuxedos out on the bed so they will be packed in the cars going to the venue for photos. As they picked up the various garment bags, the car packers thought the second white garment bag was empty as it was so thin, and hung it back up in my closet. The veil did not make it to the venue with us and we did not notice until we were taking pictures. This veil was more trouble than it was worth but at this point, I had gone through so much for the veil, there would be no wedding without it!!!! It’s not that the veil was so important. I could certainly wear it around the house as I do laundry, but hey, we went through so much to get it this far.
The grand finale — So we call Uncle Robert at the hotel. I don’t know how he got into my room, but he got the veil and got it to us in time for pictures and the wedding.
Now the veil sits on a hanger in a closet. Hmm, I have some laundry to do, perhaps wearing the veil will make me feel so much better.
What are your funny family sagas?
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