Panic in the dressing room…

Posted on April 13, 2018 by Sue Vincent

It’s been one of those days where you’re glad when its done;
The glacial warehouse had opened at one
I had gone for my costume, that still didn’t fit,
And I stood while she pulled, tucked and pinned it a bit.

I’d ordered it months ago, thinking ahead,
No panic, this April, be ready instead…
But last minute mayhem once more has ensued
And if she can’t sort out the sewing…I’m screwed.

The pattern, you see, had ignored that I’m small,
I’m vertically challenged, a bit under-tall…
The bodice, therefore, was not much to my taste
With the neckline descending too close to my waist.

The waistline itself sat quite well…on my hips!
“Hold steady,” she said through the pins in her lips,
“I don’t understand, it is really quite strange.
Can you still move your arms? No? I’ll just rearrange…”

The bodice moved north, which was all well and good,
And it brought up the waist so it sat where it should,
But the measurements, falsified by meagre height,
Now left me bare shouldered, it still wasn’t right.

She tugged and she pinned at the fabric once more,
Till the floor-sweeping velvet did not touch the floor.
With the stuff sticking out all around here and there,
Instead of quite shapely, I now looked quite… square.

And I know I’ve lost weight! I’d been feeling much slimmer,
Yet felt like a turkey all trussed up for dinner.
As I stood bundled up in my satins and laces,
My nerves were on edge, being put through their paces.

With one week to go, well…my courage may falter,
Can she pull it off? Can she tweak, stitch and alter?
Will it all turn out right on the night, or the day?
Should I panic instead… and start trawling ebay?

For comfort and vanity both have their uses,
You get them just right and the creative juices
Can really start flowing and carry the day…
And leave you in peace to get on with the play.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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60 Responses to Panic in the dressing room…

  2. Darlene says:
    April 13, 2018 at 07:02

    I just love this! I too am “vertically challenged, a bit under-tall” and things often need adjusting. Well put, had me in stitches!! (pun intended)

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  3. The Militant Negro says:
    April 13, 2018 at 07:05

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  4. janmalique says:
    April 13, 2018 at 07:55

    Your presence next week will inhabit that costume splendidly Sue.

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  6. jenanita01 says:
    April 13, 2018 at 08:20

    I have the other kind of problem, being far too tall for my own good. No one seems to make trousers long enough, and I am now totally fed up looking… time to get the sewing machine out (if I can remember how to use it!)

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  8. Mary Smith says:
    April 13, 2018 at 12:40

    We want photos! 🙂

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  10. The Owl Lady says:
    April 13, 2018 at 13:00

    Being a dressmaker I can relate to your plight. I’m had women bring me gowns or dresses that were either too small for them and they expected me to work miracles. Sometimes I could other times no way. Or I’d get women with gowns that were much too big and would require me to actually take the entire gown apart and cut it down to size.
    Your poem brought back my memories of my dressmaking days. Thank you, Sue.
    Hugz to you and Ani! @v@ ❤

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    • Sue Vincent says:
      April 13, 2018 at 16:32

      That’s a skill I have always admired… I sew with burnt thread, as my granny used to say.

      The problem here was that te costume was being made to measure…. 😉 xxx

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  11. buffalopound says:
    April 13, 2018 at 16:52

    Break a leg – you just may if the costume doesn’t fit right! 😉

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  12. Susan Scott says:
    April 13, 2018 at 20:38

    clever verse Sue! Hope it works out in the end …

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  13. dgkaye says:
    April 13, 2018 at 22:49

    Love the term Sue – under tall, lol. ❤

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  14. tracikenworth says:
    April 14, 2018 at 01:19

    Hugs! Hope it fits! I have this issue when I have to go to any public events where you need to dress up, lol. I never seem to lose the weight that plagues me though I did lose fifty last year. This thyroid keeps me from losing any lately though.

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  15. Widdershins says:
    April 14, 2018 at 04:55

    You’re going to be the belle of the ball. 😀

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