…and all through the house,
the bride was in meltdown
BECAUSE THERE WAS A RED STAIN DOWN THE BACK OF HER DRESS!
This happened to me the night before my wedding day. How it got onto the dress (MY DRESS!), I’ll never know. It had been handled only in sterile environments for just shy of a year. Freshly showered, I had wrapped my face in a hand towel every time tried it on. It even had its own bedroom and visiting hours at my parents’ house. And now, with less that 24 hours to go, it. was. RUINED!!!!!
I cried and went to bed.
The next morning, I went to Marks and Spencer and bought some silk stain remover wipes. The morning I thought I would spend sipping champagne in a white robe, air-kissing and hand-wafting with my girls (in matching robes) was spent stuck behind a tractor on my way to Darlington town centre.
I learnt a lot from this. Yes, I had a bridezilla moment that I will forever be slightly ashamed of, but it made me realise what is really important. If someone had told me I would spend the morning of my wedding in Marks and Spencer I would have vowed not to. But, I’m glad I did.
Your day will be what it will be. Be thankful for what it decides to become. And if things don’t *quite* go according to plan, you will find your own Marks and Spencer stain remover wipes, somehow.
Trust me. We got the stain off. All was fine.
As Bruce Hornsby once said, “that’s just the way it is.”