Somewhere between the times of dancing crazily on the dance floor, and walking outside to get some water at Prom, my dress ripped. I was walking up, and a girl bumped into me, and the sequins on her prom dress pulled, and before i knew it, there was a slash in my dress. I literally almost started crying. For me, this was THE dress. The one that meant something to me- it was an Alberta Ferretti, and I don't own too many of those. But in the salvation of the rest of night, I pretended it was nothing. However, when I returned home at 7 in the following morning, I took a better look at it. There was an enormous 5 inch tear across the front. Not on the seam. It was unavoidable. Anyone who wasn't completely blind would notice it. So I decided to research stitching. There had to be SOMEONE out there, my savior, who could fix a ripped silk dress. And there might have been in Paris, England, or Italy. But not in Colorado. There are lots of tailors, but n
o specialty "let me save the day with my crafty needle and thread expertise." And I am not that good. There was no way that I could do that. But what else can I do? Except hold a very nice funeral for me dress...
o specialty "let me save the day with my crafty needle and thread expertise." And I am not that good. There was no way that I could do that. But what else can I do? Except hold a very nice funeral for me dress...
