I was telephoned at almost 9pm last night by a hotel that's about a 40 minute drive away from me. Hotel is one of those luxury former country house places, which has, according to hubby, had Justin Bieber staying there. Remember - 40 minute drive, each way.
Call was from someone in the management of the hotel, asking if I could help them out. They have a "huge wedding" there today. One of the bridal party tried their outfit on for the first time yesterday (I know, right). It didn't fit.
It needs altering around the bodice and bust, and the length needs shortened.
The wedding is today. Saturday.
They need me to drive up to them, do the fitting, take the dress and jacket away and fix them and then drive back to deliver them. Before the wedding. Which is today.
Today.
So that's four 40 minute journeys (assuming no disasters on the motorway). The alternative was to pack up my sewing machine and all the bits of kit I might need and do the alteration up there.
I don't even know the colour of the damn dress, so how can I pack the right colour of thread? Will I need boning? Will I need a replacement zip? Buttons? Hooks and eyes?
And as for lugging my precious and sodding heavy, worth £1500 sewing machine and £1000 overlocker in my car to a hotel room to work with an audience, where the bridal party will no doubt be screaming at each other over it and comforting a sobbing bride (or holding her back from stabbing her mother, mother in law or bridesmaid)......
No.
Thank.
You!!!
Who, in their right minds, leaves it till the night before the stupid wedding to try on their flaming outfit??????