All right, so I, like any girly girl, debate endlessly over which of my two final selections of prom dresses to purchase, which will clad my luscious body for that oh so perfect night with my best friends. I eventually pick one. A week later, I change my mind, go back and get the other one- only to discover that they no longer have my size. *tears*

But! Happy day, they can rush order my size and deliver it free of charge right to my house! Yay! So I do that, since I've already tried on the dress the last time I was there and know my size. I wait anxiously, daily checking the porch...and the mailbox, just in case Jessica McClintock and co. have taken to shrink wrapping their gowns for delivery.

Let me describe the dress; it is a dark cream, strapless creation of thick, floor-lenth satin. The bodice is corseted, with pale pink ribbons lacing down the front, with more pale pink and champagne colored beads dotting here and there up along either side of the front panel, the panel hosting the laces.

Now, meanwhile, I am going off a pic on my cellphone to purchase a cluster of invisible strings of spaced out pink pearls, with two pairs of pink and pale gold earrings (two pairs because I have two piercings per ear). Not to mention the merry hunt for a tiara with PINK gems/pearls that wasn't plastic (which ended in my unwittingly breaking into a Claire's after hours.... wasn't my fault! the door was left unlocked!).

I ended up returning the tiara once I found it, however, on the grounds that the pinks were too bright to match the pink in the dress, and instead custom ordered and prepaid for a dozen pink baby rosebuds and baby's breath for my hair, as well as a matching boutinear for my date.

My dress came today.

It's white, not cream.

The ribbon is white, not pink.

The beading is all over the place, not just a few patches.

The beading is silver, not pink and champagne.

It was also a five hundred dollar dress- the ORIGINAL Jessica McClintock, not the mark-down I had ordered for one-sixty.

What do I do? I call them up, inform them of the misshap, but let them know I'm going to keep it, if nothing else because I don't have time to wait for the new one to come- and what if THAT one's wrong, too? No thanks. I like this one a lot, if not more than the other one, for all it looks like my dream wedding dress, not my dream prom dress.

Besides, I actually already have the jewelry that will match perfectly beyond words (although I try; a 'collar' of crystal leaves, diamonds, and pearls, w/ matching earrings), and I'll just cancle the rose order. If I can't, I'll give them to a friend who's wearing pink (if such a friend exists...) since the roses weren't that expensive. Then I get to go tiara hunting again- this dress screams for a tiara. ^_^

As for prom itself, we're renting a black 2004 Mustang convertible in place of a limo, for the whole weekend. My friend Ashley, a college student, is coming along to drive. Before prom we're going to the Tournament of Kings dinner and show here in Vegas, on the Strip. It'll be awesome. ^____^ Then we'll go to prom, then stop by some parties afterwards, then probably go see a movie or another show or something. We're thinking of driving to the California border, to a tiny amusement park that's open 24/7. we'd change, of course.

Anyways...just wanted to share this little bit of dress irony. wrong dress, but I still love it...how's that for irony?

But, anyways, let that be a lesson to you all; never order your dress, just in case...