As I mentioned before, I am getting married soon. I am trying really hard not to be one of those gals who end up talking about their wedding all the time. So far so good, although I must admit I have had several moments where it happens despite my best efforts.

Anyways, yesterday I went to my final dress-fitting/time to pick the dress up. I have never been a wedding kind of a gal, and never had a dream dress. Having said that, this dress is a dream. It's vintage, and has been altered to fit me perfectly. It's gone from being a gigantic choir robe, to a beautiful dress just for me.

After my fitting I took it home, and now it's a beautiful dress just for me, with a beautiful non-matching water-stain from where I had to clean a portion from where I got car tire grease on it from taking it out of the vehicle and into the house. I had to travel 10 feet. WTF?

No one's going to notice, it's minor. But I know and that's frustrating enough. And well, now you know, so I'm sure you'll point it out to me.