Seamless

I’ve managed to notify my employer that I won’t be able to come into work the day before leaving for Hawaii.

I had unimportant things to do like pick my dress up from my seamstress. Ah, the final fitting. A reoccurring nightmare: three fittings. After letting out the seams, I have managed to lose too much weight which meant that the seamstress would have it to the seams in again.

At thirty five dollars an hour, my seamstress was getting quite upset. Not because she was making money off of me. It’s because she sick of brides losing too much weight and wasting her efforts for perfection.

Karla, a Japanese woman, that’s been creating dresses for 25 years. She was the white ninja of seamstresses. Just by looking at me, she could sense bloating and PMSing. I was afraid to ask her how she knew this, I was afraid she would say, “Ancient chinese secret and stick a star blade in my jugular.”

My battle with weight loss, between the trainer and the steam room, who would’ve thought that losing too much weight could be expensive.