Today I went to my Mum’s house to have my younger Sister (and bridesmaid) try on her dress again. She was worried that she’d put on too much weight to fit into her dress because of some medication she’s been put on.
And she had. Through no fault of her own the dress is now too small and won’t do up. And then she started crying because she wanted a long dress rather than a knee length dress like the lovely dresses I bought them because she hates her legs. So my Mum and Sister have begged me to change the dresses.
So despite being made redundant from work two weeks ago I’ve now got to find the money to buy three new dresses. Eeeeesssssshhhhh.