My life is a heartbreaker named Prom.
The zipper on my dress broke [and it's not because I busted out of it, thank you].
The bottom most teeth on the zipper weren't catching but the rest of them were.
When we unzipped the zipper to see if it was just a random thing we found that none of the teeth would catch again, no matter how hard we tried.
So, we are presented with two solutions.
Take the dress to a seamstress and hope she doesn't ruin it, or, pray that if they ship it out that I get it back in time for prom and it's not ruined.
OR
See if I can't find another dress.
Only problem is that my dad no longer has the receipt [who can blame him? he held on to the damn thing for almost two months before finally pitching it. we never expected to have a problem with it NOW after having it so long] and that Windsor may not be able to take the dress back and then, even if they do, there's a chance that they no longer have it in my size or will be able to order me one and have it arrive in time for prom.
I am royally fucked and heartbroken.
I find it strange that I'm crying over a dress so much but I am.
It feels like prom won't be so magical once it's finally here.
I hate when things don't live up to their expectations, even as meager as the ones I set for this obviously god-forsaken dance.
:(
The bottom most teeth on the zipper weren't catching but the rest of them were.
When we unzipped the zipper to see if it was just a random thing we found that none of the teeth would catch again, no matter how hard we tried.
So, we are presented with two solutions.
Take the dress to a seamstress and hope she doesn't ruin it, or, pray that if they ship it out that I get it back in time for prom and it's not ruined.
OR
See if I can't find another dress.
Only problem is that my dad no longer has the receipt [who can blame him? he held on to the damn thing for almost two months before finally pitching it. we never expected to have a problem with it NOW after having it so long] and that Windsor may not be able to take the dress back and then, even if they do, there's a chance that they no longer have it in my size or will be able to order me one and have it arrive in time for prom.
I am royally fucked and heartbroken.
I find it strange that I'm crying over a dress so much but I am.
It feels like prom won't be so magical once it's finally here.
I hate when things don't live up to their expectations, even as meager as the ones I set for this obviously god-forsaken dance.
:(