There I was, for once, one of the earliest to arrive at a Wedding Dinner, taking my sweet stroll towards the ballroom…when a lady tapped on my shoulder.
“Hey miss, I think you should stop walking. You have a tear in your dress”, she expressed.
I looked over my shoulder, nonchantly thinking that she may have mistook the slit at the back for a tear all about to reassure her that I was alright until…GASP
I spotted a tear along the seams in my dress. It started somewhere from my middle thigh, and it was making its way up to my arse really quickly. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, just 20 steps short of the wedding reception and congratulation the couple, and I had a tear almost big enough to hide my entire face in.
“Do you have a jacket to cover?”, the lady asked. “Or should I get the hotel to pass you a sewing kit”, she offered.
I declined politely (I wasn’t really in the mood to be sitting and sewing my clothes while wearing nothing???), speed-dial the husband who had just dropped me 10 minutes ago to come grab me, and screamed into the phone telling natalie what had happened.
I did manage to bump into Ed & Cat outside the hotel lobby prior to jumping on my escape car, explained to them my humiliation before handing over the ang pow. I seriously knew I wasn’t going to make it back in time for the wedding dinner. And well, coming to a wedding dinner 3-4 courses late, is just rude.
So I left, went straight home & got changed. The husband had one of the best laughs of the weekend (had to tell everyone else why I turned up for the wine/food gathering at Straits Wine Company instead of being at a wedding dinner thereafter of course).
Grr. Perhaps its finally time to cut back some weight! (a joke which had the guys going all night asking if I was bursting out of my clothes). 🙁
Not funny. But this has taught me to take a closer look at seams in future.