Weird veil lady
Ben and I sorted Dad’s suit after I’d gone to the gym on Saturday morning. I’m very impressed with Frank Casey. They have been very efficient and accommodating - nothing is a problem. And on Saturday, they didn’t keep us any longer than they had to. We ended up getting Dad a gold tie and decided to buy the best man's tie so he could wear it at a wedding thing in the UK, and give Ben's dad the best man's rented tie.
My florists on the other hand (aka New World)… I turned up and asked about discussing flowers and they handed over the business card of their manager and told me to contact her. Um, why didn’t you tell me that when I came in to enquire last month? Hmmm? So I e-mailed the woman when I got in this morning and still haven’t heard anything. OK, so it’s only been a couple of hours but the least she could do was touch base.
Getting grumpy as I still haven’t heard from the organist, who I e-mailed about music suggestions, and the topiary guy. People are annoying.
I did however go veil shopping on Saturday. What a weird experience that was - take note potential brides - if you go shopping at Brides on Thorndon, don’t forget - grace and humour, grace and humour. I rang up and made an appointment on Friday for 2.30 on Saturday. We got there at 2.30. They ignored us (they were busy but still…) so we sat on the couch and watched brides trying on dresses. Quite entertaining as I am a bit of a people-watcher anyway. Finally, Amanda turned to me and said quietly “I think they’ve forgotten about us.” And this weird oldish woman hurried over to say that - no, they hadn’t but that her girls had been going all day without a lunch break and blah blah blah. So we pointed out that we did have an appointment, an appointment for 2.30, (and it was now 2.50) to try on some veils. And she said “And you’ve waited this long just to try on veils?” Uh, yes! So I had to show her the picture of my dress and the sample of my fabric and she said “So you’ve actually bought this fabric? This fabric?”, looking as if she was about to commiserate with me. I just bit my tongue and agreed. Silly old trout. And then 10 minutes later when she was trying to sell me veils, she kept going on about what lovely fabric it was and how it would suit me. Anyway - I didn’t buy anything so yah boo, sucks to you.
My one successful foray of the weekend was to the hardware shop for white paint and a sheet of sandpaper.
My florists on the other hand (aka New World)… I turned up and asked about discussing flowers and they handed over the business card of their manager and told me to contact her. Um, why didn’t you tell me that when I came in to enquire last month? Hmmm? So I e-mailed the woman when I got in this morning and still haven’t heard anything. OK, so it’s only been a couple of hours but the least she could do was touch base.
Getting grumpy as I still haven’t heard from the organist, who I e-mailed about music suggestions, and the topiary guy. People are annoying.
I did however go veil shopping on Saturday. What a weird experience that was - take note potential brides - if you go shopping at Brides on Thorndon, don’t forget - grace and humour, grace and humour. I rang up and made an appointment on Friday for 2.30 on Saturday. We got there at 2.30. They ignored us (they were busy but still…) so we sat on the couch and watched brides trying on dresses. Quite entertaining as I am a bit of a people-watcher anyway. Finally, Amanda turned to me and said quietly “I think they’ve forgotten about us.” And this weird oldish woman hurried over to say that - no, they hadn’t but that her girls had been going all day without a lunch break and blah blah blah. So we pointed out that we did have an appointment, an appointment for 2.30, (and it was now 2.50) to try on some veils. And she said “And you’ve waited this long just to try on veils?” Uh, yes! So I had to show her the picture of my dress and the sample of my fabric and she said “So you’ve actually bought this fabric? This fabric?”, looking as if she was about to commiserate with me. I just bit my tongue and agreed. Silly old trout. And then 10 minutes later when she was trying to sell me veils, she kept going on about what lovely fabric it was and how it would suit me. Anyway - I didn’t buy anything so yah boo, sucks to you.
My one successful foray of the weekend was to the hardware shop for white paint and a sheet of sandpaper.