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How you know the wedding gods are smiling down at you
Thursday, May 17, 2007 
My brother is getting married in eight days. This week, we found out that the seamstress making all the dresses for the wedding went in to the hospital, leaving none -- and I mean none -- of the dresses salvageable. With ten days to go until the pretty music is cued and we all start walking down the aisle, the bride, mother of the bride, bridesmaids and I were all left nakey in the narthex.
You can imagine how painful the call from the bride was, for her and for everyone else. At just after 8 in the morning, even before the coffee was on, her voice trembled over the phone. She said that, of course, if everyone was wearing jeans and t-shirts, they'd be just as married. Of course. But it's not that kind of wedding and several thousand dollars and lots of thought and trust went to this seamstress.
The seamstress is going to be OK. And by some karmic miracle the bride must've incurred by, at some point, throwing one helluva bachelorette party or baby shower with none of those God awful games about infant poop or baby food, so is the bridal party.
Within 24 hours, the bride found a near-identical, off-the-rack dress in her size and even more miraculously, all six attendants found matching dresses in the same color and in our own size. Amazing. Completely amazing. I thought planning their wedding in four months was impossible enough, not to mention the inevitable last-minute crises that crop up and send even the sweetest brides into -zillaness. You couldn't count on this kind of serendipity. Ever.
So we will all be clothed and coordinated when we walk down the aisle. Hopefully, without a safety pin or strip of duct tape in sight. With lots of industrial undergarments, but no pins or tape.
My only remaining responsibilities are to be the Best Man (yes, I said Best Man...I can bring it) and make the cake topper. I have two days to turn beads and jewelry wire into a brilliant addendum to buttercream and raspberry filling. I might just be pushing the nuptial luck, but I'm feeling like 48 hours is plenty of time to pull that off, too.
A final word to the wedding wise: As much as you want to believe that having a seamstress make your wedding wear more affordable, more convenient, customized and just easier, it never is. Honey, give it up. Make an appointment at any bridal salon nearby and just give. it. up.
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