The Security Tag.

It was a beautiful, sunny day - one day before the wedding to be exact. Phil and I were driving along the coast, admiring the stunning scenery and thinking about how lucky we were to be exploring the country together. Interrupting this dream-like afternoon, the cell phone rang. I answered, Phil was driving. It was our wedding planner (Chrysso), there was a problem.

Chrysso: Lindsay! I am at the dry-cleaners, getting your dress steam-ironed. But, something is wrong. The security tag is still on your dress!

Lindsay: What?! This can't be possible. There's no way.

Chrysso: I know....I can't remove it but I will try to take it to a store that can!

Lindsay: Okay.

During the bad news call, Phil had pulled over to the side of the road, knowing that I was about to freak out. He took the phone from me and called Chrysso back, as my explanation of the problem was too unclear and covered up by the stress and concern that swept over me. I tried to calm myself down, but failed immediately after hearing Phil say "OH MY GOD!" on the mobile. Which leads me to convey the following two things: 1) Did you know that ink splurts everywhere if you try to remove security tags yourself (not to worry - this didn't happen)? and 2) The wedding planner thought we may have stolen the dress from the store (also not the case).

Sadly, no store had the security-tag-removing-device that we were looking for. Luckily, the tag itself was located under the dress, in a spot where you could not see it. Annoyingly, during our wedding day, all I could feel was that darn tag banging against my leg - a constant reminder that my dress was not perfect! Yeesh - at least we can laugh at it now :)