I Hate Waiting

I. Hate. Waiting.

It’s that stomach-clenching feeling when I don’t know how something’s going to turn out. When I can’t do anything about it. When all I can do is wait. I hate it.

It’s the racing mind that wakes me up too early, going over ALL THE THINGS in an endless loop. I hate that, too.

It’s the inability to focus on any thing but the one, super stressful thing that consumes everything.

It would be easier to hate that part if it wasn’t so awesome.

The best things in life require waiting. I know this, and yet, I still don’t like it. So many things can go wrong in the meantime! For instance, we started looking for a place to buy of our very own. Not expecting to find something early on, we were shocked and confused when on our second outing we saw a place that made us want to put an offer in right now. Practicality has prevailed, though, and we are going with a second set of eyes tonight. You know, in case we were so wrapped up in OMG THIS IS AMAZING to notice the gaping hole in the wall or the rampant mould everywhere.

In the meantime, while we’re waiting for this second viewing of the most perfect-ist place ever, which may never come up again at such a reasonable price, someone else could snatch it up. They could win, while we were trying to be practical. Which, obviously, is an unacceptable outcome. And yet, here I am, still waiting.

I hate waiting.

What’s the most awesomest thing you hated waiting for?

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The Perfect Dress…Sort Of

As mentioned in a previous post, I found *the* dress. Actually, I found it over a month ago, on my second foray into the wedding dress world (which is just how I like my shopping, nice and quick).

It was as if it was meant to be, the dress was in my size, the last one, one sale, and they were willing to discount it a bit further to make it fit within my budget. How couldn’t I say yes? If I didn’t get it that day, there was no guarantee it’d be there next time. My aunt and bridesmaids loved it. I felt like a princess. At the time, my only obstacle was myself–I had never intended to buy a dress that day. I just wasn’t ready. But my logical self prevailed, and I presented the required plastic.

At the time, the sales lady had said that all it needed was a bit of hemming, and just one minor tuck. You see, the sweetheart neckline was lopsided–more like a real heart than it should be. But if you pulled it in at the side, it looked fine.

Then I saw a couple of different tailors. One thing they both agreed on is that tucking it in at the side wouldn’t fix the dress. The first tailor, based on pictures I had brought in, said that the adjustments could cost between $150 to $250, possibly more, because they might need to redo the detailing to balance everything out. The second, actually looking at me in the dress, said she couldn’t see any way to make it work without giving it a halter strap. So much for a small tuck.

It came down to whether the extra money or the sweetheart neckline was more important. Which, for me, wasn’t a hard decision to make. The halter will be out of tulle, so it will be fairly sheer and non-intrusive. I’m sure it will still be beautiful.

But it will not be the “perfect” dress I bought.

Maybe it will be better?