The fitting

I went for my fitting this morning. It took about 10 minutes and I think the women who work there think I'm crazy for having a fitting so far in advance. My next appointment isn't for another month because the woman said she doesn't want to do too much too soon, which I totally understand. The more they have to play with the dress (if I lose more weight or something), the harder it is on the fabric.
Anyway, at this point they think all I need are the shoulders taken in and it hemmed, which is fine by me. The woman who helped me was hysterical. She was in all her Benton County glory. Deep voice from smoking a pack of Marlboro's a day, cat hair on her sweat shirt and a white mullet to complete the look. Love it. She said maybe two words to me as she pinned the dress.
Yet another character to add to my book about life in Central Minnesota...