- 9 years ago
I would appreciate your letting me share a dress saga that’s weighing on my psyche.
Months ago, I bought a $99 sale gown for my wedding. My fiance and I have little money and are paying for our own ceremony. I was happy with the dress. Then, an extra job opportunity came up, and I took it– and realized I could justify a more expensive dress, if I found one. After years of busting my butt, my professional life has taken off lately, and I’m sort of at that bridge between Young Penniless Go-Getter and Adult Who Can Afford to Splurge Once in a While. So I went back to the store last week and, well, the first gown I tried on was Dream Dress of All Time (and $750– a bargain for many brides, but extravagent by my standards). The store didn’t have my size, and waiting for one from the factory would take months; luckily, there were two left in my size in the whole country, and the dress would be shipped from afar to my residence (note foreshadowing).
That night I lay there thinking stuff along the lines of "I don’t deserve that dress/I can’t believe I spent that much money/children are starving somewhere right now/I don’t deserve to be happy/(insert self-loathing here)."
Several days passed, and I was anxious about the dress being shipped. Yesterday there was a lot of rain in the forecast, and I wondered if I should put a note on the door to make sure the postman didn’t leave the box outside (I didn’t know how it was being shipped). I called the store, who said the dress probably wouldn’t arrive via UPS for a few days yet. I lay down to take a nap. Torrential rains, wind and hail ensued. Our yard flooded, the whole area was under a tornado watch, and so on.
That was yesterday. This morning I got up to get the paper, and noticed a cardboard box stuck in the corner of our uncovered porch. It was the dress. The cardboard was completely soaked. Inside, the dress was wrapped only in thin plastic, which was wet. Miraculously, however, the dress inside was not even damp. Still, I felt like I could cry.
I found the UPS ground tracking number (that I hadn’t been given by the store) and typed it in online. Yep, it was delivered about 30 minutes after I lay down for a nap yesterday afternoon. Which means that it sat through several hours of severe thunderstorms, monsoon rains and even hail. I was disgusted that the UPS person obviously did not knock loudly (I always wake up) and that they would leave something without my signing or it (hello, isn’t that a UPS policy?). First, it’s a delicate garment that could have been destroyed in the weather. Second, it’s an $800 piece of merchandise that someone could have made off with.
However. The dress appears to be unscathed. So I’m going back and forth between indignation and relief/gratefulness. I’m extremely laid back about my small wedding– I’m just not into the girly stuff, details and drama that some folks enjoy– so it surprises me that this is weighing on me so much. I can’t help but think of the metaphorical implications of the dress’ journey, as pertains to my feeling like the dress and the moment were too perfect for comfort.
Am I nuts to be bothered by this UPS issue? Like I said, the dress appears to be fine, so I know it should be a classic case of "all’s well that end’s well." I’d just appreciate any support that might be out there in order to let go of my frustration. Thanks for reading! 🙂