Three days, over 50 hours of continuous work not to mention breaking my back to the point of sheer agony- and it's finally finished. I did 95% of the work, with the help of my husband and my mom ripping tape for me. My back truly hurts.
It looks very fashion, and the back of it isn't tied all the way, again, to preserve the corsetting in the back-- so after the show which is tommorrow I'll tie it like it should and we'll make sure to take pictures of it fully tied up like it should be. When she walks it makes this beautiful motion and I love it-- the trimming really added to the length and the white splotch in the back flares out gorgeously. The dress design was incredibly similiar but because we weren't working with cloth, it was extremely difficult to do and so the train ended up being about 6 yards of white trash bags that when she stops and twists her hips (like I showed her to do so that it would show the flare of the dress) it looks magnificent if I do say so myself. We decided that the back was the true winner with this dress and that adding anything to the front would take away from the symmetric beauty of the back-- at least I feel that way.
I suppose the only thing that hurts more then I can say and more then my back right now, is my sister's attitude about it. I didn't have to do this. The trash sack she had at first was absolutely NOTHING in comparison to this-- it looks like she had litterally put on a trash bag and taped it at the waist-- it was terrible. I didn't have to spend all this time, these past three days devoting all my time, gas money and everything to make this for her... and she doesn't even show an ounce of happiness or gratitude about it. All I get is attitude... Which is so heart breaking to me that I can't even begin to describe it to you-- it really hurts me feelings... Not to mention, yesterday she smacked Mark in the face, my husband, and scratched the shit out of his new glasses lens... and I don't have the money to replace it and she didn't even say sorry. It's like she holds no respect for the time and effort I put into this or even respect for the money I don't have to replace that lens. I swear to God... sometimes it's really hard to maintain a backbone in life but I get so tired of being treated like I'm nothing by my family, I wonder why I even bother.
Either way... please tell me what you think-- I really...... really.... could use the uplifting comments I usually get. Thank you so much and sorry for blabbing about my emotional life, I'm just tired and stressed and physically injured and having a moment of weakness...