- 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 Future Sister-In-Law 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 Future Mother-In-Law getting ready. She says they are going to get Future Sister-In-Law 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 Bridesmaid or Best Man they weren’t. Future Mother-In-Law 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 Future Sister-In-Law 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!