Breathing again

My dress is fixed. Finally. That mess is over with. Cool tailor dude saved the day and fixed all the the problems seamstress bitch left. He had to let it out at the zipper because seamstress bitch cut the fabric at the side seams where she took it in, so contrary to what she told me, no, she couldn't have fixed it even if I wanted to go back to her, because she wouldn't touch anything but the side seams. I so want my money back. BITCH!

She also messed up a bridesmaids dress and took it in too much...although that was sent out to her seamstress (hmm...like maybe she doesn't do any of her own work?) but that will hopefully be fixed tomorrow, if not, I'm confident cool tailor dude can fix it, and will because he's already heard the whole situation and is a sweet guy.

So I can breathe a sigh of relief now. All else is in place. I even wrote a little music today. Ok, I set part of Dies Irae for counterpoint, it was a good exercise and let me concentrate on something non-wedding because after this whole dress ordeal, I really needed to throw myself into something completely different, something structured and defined, but with room for creativity. I so needed that.