That's what I say often when I seem to be clueless. Which happens a lot. Like at work... when I can never remember where the extra peri-pads are... or when I call the operator instead of registration to put through an admission. I just say, "Uh sorry, I'm new here."
I've worked there for almost five years.
Another example: I take the kids on a road trip to a museum, park, or pool, and I don't bring any snacks, towels, or diapers. "I'm new here." Like I'm a first time mom... or a babysitter. Actually I think sitters and nannies are super well prepared. In fact I've been jealous of their organization before. SOME even make spreadsheets for meal planning.
My point... oh... my wedding dress. I found it. It's exactly right. There is nothing I want to change. (Except maybe the waist measurements, but I'm gonna try to stick with that P90X thing and see what happens.) It's even vintage... from Etsy... so it's all recycled and everything. It makes me feel so good inside.
The description:
1950's party dress in a pale pink sheer chiffon with pink underlayer. Ruched bodice with cowl overlay and sash in back. Full skirt and metal zipper at side seam with hook and eyes.
It was listed for under $300.00.
That's right. I mean it just doesn't get any better. I felt like I was dreaming. Did you read that description? PINK CHIFFON.
And here is a photo of the lovely back of the dress.
That is what sold me. The sash. I literally did a little gasp when I saw the photo of the back...
Okay, I know I sound very materialistic right now. Obsessing and drooling over this dress for what... for my wedding day. Well. Well yeah. Fuck yeah. I don't even care that it's my second wedding. It's S's first. And it's my last! (Is it okay to laugh at that? I can never tell what is in bad taste when it comes to second marriages...)
As soon as I got the approval from my go-to-girl, Jess, I went straight to Etsy and bought this. I don't like to buy clothes without Jess. She knows how to dress me. Whenever I buy clothes without her, I end up hating what I've bought and/or feeling like shit when I wear what I've bought. Whenever I am making a "big" purchase like this I ask her opinion.
So yeah. I'm embarrassed to admit that, in the literal sense of the word, "I'm new here" when it comes to Etsy - as in I've used it as shopping porn, but I've never made a purchase. This was my first Etsy purchase. So I think it is fair and reasonable that I missed something. Something kind of big. I was excited. I didn't see this:
This dress is reserved for echosketch until Friday 2-18-11.
Who the fuck is this echosketch bitch? And why does she think she can RESERVE my dress until Friday?
I promptly emailed the Etsy store owner and strung those words together a little nicer - plus I added my (now) famous line... "I'm new here!" Apparently this chickie doesn't get paid til Friday. Uhm. Yeah. I gots the bills now. Ship my dressie!! IT IS MINE. (Please picture a pout and a foot stomp.)
So now we wait. If she buys the dress on Friday, there is still hope, says the Etsy store owner. Apparently echosketch is also concerned about size and may return the dress if it doesn't fit. (Dude. P-90-X plus a yeast cleanse... it might work.)
I don't know if I'm getting all Bridezilla now or what, but I've been a little weepy over this. I thought about going back online and searching for other vintage dresses... but then I decided to give myself the night off. I need time to grieve.
