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home : weddings : adventures in planning   June 24, 2016

2/10/2014 3:44:00 PM
Destination: Happily Ever After - Missteps with the dress
Justina Boggio of Granville (right) went wedding dress shopping with her sister and matron of honor Alyssa Gibbs (left) and her mother, Denise. Justine shares the story of how they found
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Justina Boggio of Granville (right) went wedding dress shopping with her sister and matron of honor Alyssa Gibbs (left) and her mother, Denise. Justine shares the story of how they found "the" dress, and the misadventures that followed. Submitted photo
Justina Boggio

As my fiancé Kevin would confirm, when it comes to making decisions I tend to be very indecisive. So when the day came to find my wedding dress, I knew it could potentially end with me leaving the store frustrated and without a dress.

As my mother and I headed to Springfield to meet my matron of honor and sister, Alyssa, I started getting more nervous that I wouldn’t find “that” dress that would make me tear up and “just know” it was the one, which thanks to TLC was a prefabricated idea of how I imagined wedding dress shopping should go.

After I tried on about four dresses, falling in love with each one more than the previous one, the bridal associate pulled a dress and suggested I try it on. I took one look at the dress and without hesitation, as usual, I said “I’m not going to like this one, but I will try it on.”

As I stepped out of the dressing room, it happened. I took one look at my sister and mother and knew they felt the same way I had when I first saw myself in the mirror. This was the dress — I felt beautiful.

We left the boutique that morning without the dress. After lunch I tried on another half dozen dresses at another much larger bridal shop but I couldn’t get that one dress out of my head and none of those dresses could compare. So we went back to the first boutique and bought the dress.

Here is where the mishaps begin.

When I brought my dress home, I dropped my mother off at her car, she grabbed her bags from the back and I thanked her for everything and put the car in drive and pulled away. Then I noticed “back door ajar” across my screen. As I got out and walked to the back of my SUV, I slowly started wondering why it could possibly say it was open.

Well, there it was, my dress was slammed in the back door of my car. Not wanting to believe what had just happened, I quickly moved the dress and got back in the car. Only later when I got home did I discover the lever on the back door had ripped through the plastic and latched onto my dress. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to panic, I called my future mother-in-law who suggested I take it to dry cleaning right away.

I brought my dress in to the dry cleaner. I showed them the spot and realized that there was a large possibility that they would not be able to get the grease out. I had accepted this and had already pondered different methods to cover the grease spot. Of course it couldn’t have been close to a hem or in a location a broach could take care of. Nope, the spot is right in the front.

So a few weeks go by and I contact the dry cleaner to see how it was going. They had informed me they got the spot out as best as they could. So I went to pick my dress up, and while I was there I noticed there had been some additional drag marks on my dress. Not too thrilled about that I agreed to leave the dress to remove those spots as well.

When I got home that afternoon, I got to thinking about my veil and diamond belt. Why didn’t I see it with the dress? Didn’t I leave it all together with my dress?

After tearing apart my house for about three hours, I called the dry cleaner. They assured me that they did not have it and they would contact me if they came across it. So I continued to look around my house. I looked in the bathroom. I looked in the kitchen cabinets. I looked in my hope chest. You name it, I looked there. Did I really think that my veil was under my dresser that has a one-inch clearance? NO, but I looked anyway.

I went back to the dry cleaners and showed them a picture of my veil and belt. Luckily, the lady working recognized it. After a few more weeks, the cleaners figured out they had accidentally boxed up my items with another bride’s preserved dress.

Crisis averted! The cleaners contacted brides who recently had dresses preserved and eventually located my veil and belt.

As you can see, problems will arise while wedding planning, but the real challenge is figuring out how to deal with them.

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