- 7 years ago
- Wedding: March 2010
When we first got engaged, after I picked the girls I wanted to stand up with me, I told them I was going to look to get an idea at dresses but that they didn’t need to buy them until sometime this spring. I sent a mass email out this April saying that by the end of May they needed to have gone into a local boutique and have gotten sized. I sent them all the information (including where the place was located, the website with the dress style, what money was owed at the time, etc). I went to the dress shop, told the manager about ordering the dresses and he took all of their names and phone numbers and the dress style. I emailed the girls again telling them that he had all of their information, just pop in whenever it was convenient for them.
A week or two into May FSIL says to me “Is it ok if I go to get sized the first or second week of June? I’m broke and have to wait until my next paycheck to go.” I said that would be fine even though I was a little irked that I had told her so early so she would set the money aside. I knew she had been doing frivolous things with her money so I didn’t understand what the big deal was. But whatever.
Then, this week, the texts began. She’s been asking me all week the questions I told her in the email. She wants the name of the store, the style number, what we owe when she goes over there, and then she’s like. I’m a size 4 I know it. I’m always a size 4. Ok, I’m not, why do you have to rub that in my face. Besides, I told her they were sizing her, I assumed she realized that they would be measuring length and width, etc. Today, I wake up to find FMIL getting ready. She says they are going to get FSIL sized today. Great! Finally getting around to it. But then when I mention some story about how I went there the other week when they were supposed to open with another BM they weren’t. FMIL asks what time they open. I don’t know. Then asks the store name (for the 19038290380 time). And now they are calling each other of which I’m sure FSIL is freaking out over nothing.
Why does this have to be so difficult. I am not the owner of the store, so why am I expected to know ever detail about this damn boutique? Blah!