Three Days and Counting

I'm getting married in three days.

My dress is still too small.

The dressmaker of two of my bridesmaids' dresses, for some as yet unknown reason, decided to interpret my instructions for "knee length" hems as "mid thigh" and I have two bridesmaids with dresses that are (a) verging on inappropriate for church length and (b) going to spend the entire day trying not to flash anyone within a 1km radius at every gust of wind.

The woman doing our make-up sent me a cryptic text this morning saying "We need to talk. Call me" but her phone is going straight to voicemail.

Every night I dream that my dress splits in the middle of the wedding ceremony.

And yesterday we returned to Wellington to find it raining and a severe weather warning issued for high winds.

I know that the unselfish part of me should be asking you to pray for good weather for the day, but I'd rather you go for my dress (a) being able to be zipped up and (b) it not splitting during any part of the day first!