Now I know why they say weddings are hard to plan...

I get a call from House of Brides today around noon, which I was expecting, since I was there this weekend purchasing *THE* dress. Yes, it was the one from the newspaper article. Here's a photo of me in it, with my maid of honor Amanda.
Isn't it gorgeous? I thought so too, which is why I got my bridesmaid's dresses and tuxes there in order to get this normally expensive dress 1/2 off. Well, the phone call wasn't a pleasant one. My amazing bridal consultant person from the House of Brides told me that my Maggie Sottero "Porsha" gown in diamond white was not going to be able to be shipped in time for my wedding. They do, however, have the gown in a size 8 or the color "light gold" if I would like that instead. Since there's no way I'm squeezing into an 8 (which by wedding dress standards is actually a 6) by my wedding day, and my mom considers wearing the color light gold down the aisle equivalent to stamping "whore" on my forehead for the wedding, I'm at a bit of an impasse. Fortunately, there is still a chance that they can find the dress in just plain white, which is fine with me, since a plain old white colored dress is better than no dress at all. I'm still waiting for the phone call to tell me whether or not it's something they can do, which means I'm waiting to find out whether or not I should spend the rest of the evening grocery shopping or crying my eyes out with Ben & Jerry. Keep your fingers crossed...although the ice cream still sounds good no matter how the situation turns out, doesn't it?