To the Park Cities Girl Who Stole My Wedding Dress
I’m back! And for all of you who are wondering: It was a successful wedding. I’d deem it the best Plan B Wedding a bride could ask for, since all my original plans failed and Plan B was always the option that worked. But my most interesting wedding story happened three days before the wedding. Thus my note to the girl who (stole) accidentally took home my wedding dress:
Hi, fellow bride. I know we’re not all the same and we’re not all uber/crazy organized, so I can forgive you for not looking at the freshly steamed dress you picked up from the bridal store. Sure, the blame can definitely be placed on the store for giving you the wrong dress. OK. But, did you not notice my name and my phone number on the outside? It’s OK if you didn’t. You have a wedding coming up. You’re busy. I get it.
However. When you got a call from the store the next day saying they have a panic-stricken bride who has been turning the store upside down looking for her missing wedding dress for the past three hours and is on a tight time schedule trying to make her appointments in Oklahoma, did you not think maybe you should just hop in your car and return the dress? I’m not saying drop everything and get it to me, but, seriously. When the store called you three times and you told them you were “stuck in traffic,” what exactly did you mean by that? Because I know for a fact it’s a 20-minute drive to the bridal store from the Park Cities and even with traffic, it would never take two and a half hours.
And when you came into the store nonchalantly carrying another girl’s wedding dress, and you saw her extremely red eyes and the worried brows of the employees of the store, did it not cross your mind for even a moment to maybe lie when they asked where you came from? I would’ve preferred a town at least two hours away. I know lying is bad. But. Sometimes, it truly is the better option.
Anyway. I hope you had a great wedding — and thanks for returning my dress.
Wow!!!! That is crazy - I can’t believe that happened. Had the dress been worn?
Maybe it was the word “Oklahoma” that made her feel like she could take her time? IJS
Or maybe the word “Oklahoma” was intened to show where all the money flowing around here is coming from (e.g. Chesapeake and Devon). GAL (get a life GMOM).
to the grammar police: “oops”. Intended.
You could have offered to meet her somewhere - and maybe not put the entire onus of getting the dress back on her. Just a thought.
Nick, I would have gladly met her somewhere had I known she was so close. But her mom called and said they were getting in the car right away. And each time the store called, she said she was en route. So I thought she would be there shortly. And the whole “your wedding dress is missing and your wedding is in three days” thing had me not thinking very clearly.
@SBH - “was intened”??? Too old to “get a life” have had one for eons! Thanks
What a nightmare! So sorry this happened to you and she is a total beyotch for not returning your dress, pronto. Talk about zero empathy for your fellow bride! Hopefully, she got a hellish case of cystic acne on her special day (gotta love that photo retouch feature) or an STD outbreak the day before. Karma does things like that.