It's official: I've had my very first wedding-related nightmare. Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long for me to get there--now the flood gates are wide open.
Here's how it happened:
I'm standing in the middle of a Jamaican hotel room, freaking out because I haven't found a makeup artist for my ceremony the next day. As luck would have it, one of the hotel staff members happened to be in the room, listening to me. She left the room and came back a few minutes later, telling me she'd found a celebrity makeup artist willing to do my makeup at $8 an hour. Sold!
At that point I decided it would be a good time to pull my wedding dress from the closet and steam it to get the wrinkles out, but what I pulled out of the bag was nothing like the wedding dress I'd picked out. It was an off-the shoulder, pewter-gray dress made of shiny crinkled fabric, with an empire waist. It had sleeves that someone had cut off any run-of-the-mill white cotton long sleeved t-shirt.
