I left work early yesterday because I was tired and feeling a little “off” … I figured I could go home, prepare a great dinner and get a good night’s sleep. The drive home was uneventful, though traffic seemed a little heavy for 4 o’clock. (traffic HAS seemed very heavy lately!) When I got home, I grabbed the mail and noticed that the post office had tried to deliver a package.
I had been expecting Jessie’s dress, but was told it wouldn’t arrive here until the weekend — it seemed that it had come early. Oh happy day!
I raced down to the post office to find that they had *just* closed. My heart sank. Walking back out to my car, one of the delivery ladies was walking by. I asked if there was any chance someone could grab my package for me, as I had just missed them. She said she’d check and looked at my slip. A minute later she came out with my package.
YAY! It’s Jessie’s dress!!
I trottle off in my happy little way on home. I get in and carefully open the box. The dress is very pretty … and looks a bit long. I checked the receipt. Yup, I ordered the right size. I checked the size on the dress. It’s the wrong size — it’s 2 sizes too big. I checked the receipt again … yep, they sent me the wrong size. I looked over all the paperwork I received with the dress; there’s no phone number anywhere. Only contact information is the website and email.
Seeing that it’s only 5 o’clock here, and the company is in California, it’s only 3 o’clock there — maybe there’s a chance they’ll respond to my email before end of business? I had hoped, but never received any replies.
What’s worse, upon closer inspection of the dress, I find that it’s not embroidered. Not a deal breaker, mind you, but I was expecting a dress with embroidery on it. The dress description listed on the website said that the bodice was “adorned with floral embroidery”.
embroidery : noun : the art or process of forming decorative designs with hand or machine needlework.
The designs were pretty, but it was all beads and sequins. No embroidery, no needlework of any kind in fact! So my disappointment’s compounded and with every passing hour that I don’t hear back from the seller, the more angry I get.
Poor Jim, by the time he got home last night, I had just about had it. I told him about everything that happened and he sympathized as best he could. Honestly, it’s not the end of the world, but as the date draws closer, I’m obsessing more and more over every little detail — and dammit, it’s my wedding! And it’s not like this is a pair of Air Jordans or anything, it’s a freakin’ dress!
And don’t these people realize that I’m going to post in-depth reviews of every vendor I use once the wedding is over????
Anyways, I scrapped the dinner plans and whipped up some pork roast, rice and gravy for Jim. I decided I was too tired and pissed off to eat and after my Bridezilla moment, decided that going straight to bed was the best thing for me. I slept pretty well and feel a lot better today — but I’m still pissed off about that dress. ;P