I am usually not a dress person but this is the dress that turned me into one — yup yup. The blue and coral just looked so enticing and as soon as I saw it on pinterest, I had to click and click and follow through. But sadly, every single one was on back order. When I read the reviews that it ran small, I felt my heart quicken because that was good news for me. I was expecting therefore for some returns. When the package came and I tried it on…it was big. The tag said size zero but a handwritten tag said 00P. I had ordered a 00P… I wonder if since it ran small, they had switched my 00P for a zero, thinking I needed the size up? Anywho, it was all sold out and I was oh so smitten with it that I decided to take it to a tailor… and so begins the sorrowful story of this dress and my first and only experience with a tailor.
I searched all over Houston for a good tailor but my mother-in-law insisted on using a friend… one supposedly very talented because she made all my sister-in-law’s dancing costumes. Costumes are different from gorgeous piece-of-art dresses aren’t they? O.O. Nevertheless, I took a leap of faith and dropped my baby off at her shop. This Cantonese-speaking lady stuck pins all over the dress and told me it’d be ready in a week; my MIL suggested I wait 2 weeks instead…. hmm… should’ve saw the warning there. Anywho, I went back in two weeks and tried it on…too loose on top still…and crooked. But all is not lost, more can be taken in. SO my baby stayed another week in this foreign messy shop. Round two, too tight on waist and bust, the flowy-ness and drapey-ness is destroyed, and still crooked. I nearly cried. You can make an outfit smaller but not bigger. She insisted it looked good, that I was seeing things… I was speechless, not wanting to be rude, but completely horrified. She told me it was hard to work with due to the material…and I’m thinking “So you tell me NOW?!?!” She charged $12 (since we were “friends”), my husband saw my face and quickly paid and rushed us out the door before I could lose my composure. Yes, I could’ve complained but what good will it do now? I can’t risk ruining a family relationship right? especially for just a dress, a damn gorgeous dress that is now ruined. I was grieving and headed straight home to do what I can to preserve what was left.
(my grandma’s garden in the background ^_^)
Dress: Anthropologie Ephemere Dress (sold out, similar, similar)
Necklace: Anthropologie Elemental Necklace (sold out)
Shoes: Nine West Tornaydo Pointed toe pumps
Earrings: Charlotte Russe rose studs
Watch: Fossil Small Perfect Boyfriend Three-Hand Stainless Steel Watch
And you can still see the crooked skirt but not as bad as prior to my own personal alterations on it… or am I fooling myself? … I am still letting go but I think it is time to either take it to another tailor to see what can be done or to say my goodbyes.
I cannot stress more the importance of a good tailor, especially for short girls like me. I am still searching for the perfect one but this was my first experience and it scarred me…scarred me bad. *sigh* My heart aches. I wish all clothes just fit straight from the rack. 🙁