Kountry with a K

Okay, I'm not gonna lie. I have been dying to get back on here and tell you all the terrible awful ending to my saga with the florist. I grew up in Bath County, and know many wonderful, wonderful people there. This is in no way meant to judge them all, or put a bad name on them. Small town folks are often the most wonderful, kindest people I encounter. But this woman, this awful woman, absolutely has disgusted me beyond belief. She turned something so simple into something so awful. Wedding flowers should NOT be what I stress over. And I am very happy to say I already have a new florist who is a dear woman whom I adore, and she is so kind and sweet, and couldn't believe what I've gone through. She is going to make my day perfect, and I have let go of the terrible awful. Well, I will. As soon as I tell the rest of the story.




So. Upon further thought and reflection on what Sharita put us through last week, my mom and I talked about it and decided we should probably go with another florist. Honestly, with how awful she acted I was scared my flowers would either A) Not be ordered and/or arrive in time for the wedding or B) She would purposely sabotage my flowers. Neither thing seemed worth risking.


On Saturday I had my make-up trial number 2 scheduled (which by the went awesome!! shew!!), and this florist happened to be on our way there. We were SUPER nervous since she still had my mom's Bible. So we opted to not call ahead. Yes, it was actually so bad that we felt this woman would vandalize it if she knew we were going to cancel. So instead we decided just to pop in to good ol' Kountry Krafts and Floral on Main Street (side bar, my friend Lynn was right. Never trust someone who spells Kountry with a K. )




Mom walks up to the counter and Sharita is standing there. She didn't greet mom or say hello, she just stopped what she was doing and stared at mom, I guess waiting on her to speak first.




Mom: I would like to pick up my Bible and ribbon, and cancel the order I placed last week.
Sharita: I KNEW you would come back and cancel. Sharonda and I talked about you all week, and she told me you would cancel. I'm not surprised to see you.
Mom: Really? Well, I am canceling because of YOU. You are RUDE. You were rude and disrespectful the entire time my daughters and I were here.
Sharita: What?! I wasn't rude!!!
Mom: Well, you were. But that is beside the point. I'd like my Bible please.
Sharita: I was NOT rude to you. Not at ALL.
Mom: My Bible please.




At this point, Sharita starts crawling around on the ground acting like she had to access the catacombs of Transylvania to get the Bible. She finally stands up and it is still in the same bag along with the two things of ribbon. Mom reaches out to take the bag, and Sharita moved it AWAY. She then took out the two things of ribbons and threw them across the counter at my mom.




Ummmm.....NO.




She then takes the Bible out and slams it down on the counter and it slides towards mom and says, "There's your Bible. Will that be all?"


Mom: No, that will NOT be all. I need you to sign and date the receipt stating that the order has been canceled.
Sharita: Honey, I'm not signing anything. Have a good day.
Mom: Yes, you are. I need you to verify that this order is canceled.
Sharita: Oh, you want it verified honey? (she picks up her copy of the receipt and holds it in front of my mom, and proceeds to rip it up into a hundred tiny pieces.)  There honey. It's verified.
Mom: Fine. Then sign MY copy.




At this point, Sharita actually leans over the counter to physically grab the receipt out of my mom's hand. Mom held it up high, and Sharita leaned further to grab it again. Mom stuffed it in her purse before she could try again.




Mom: You absolutely will never have my business, or the business of ANYONE I know ever again. Which is unfortunate for you because I know a lot of people.
Sharita: Bye.




By the time mom was in the car, she was fuming and I thought she was going to cry. I was SOOOOO angry. I have never actually been treated like this before. It was awful. And this is the OWNER of this shop. Not just a random teenager working on Saturdays to earn a dime. No people, she is the owner. So disgusted. I already know of a good solid 10 people who will not be taking their business here any longer who have went there for years. Ugh.




Okay, so now that my level of anger has risen again.....




Anyway, that all happened Saturday. Although, we did manage to salvage the day once we finally calmed down. As I said my make-up trial went perfect. I loved the young girl who did it, and no blisters were had. Then mom and I did some Goodwill shopping, shoe-shopping, and dinner, and then went home and worked on wedding stuff. We ordered the Flower Girl dress, the cake topper, and a few other odds and ends. We managed to still laugh and be happy, and if nothing else find peace in the fact that the saga is over, the Bible is in our hands, and we have a new florist. Thank goodness!!




Yesterday turned out to be a crazy hectic day. Andrew texted me early yesterday morning after I got to work to tell me that Lucy had something wrong with her. She was screaming and having a bunch of odd symptoms, so we rushed her to the vet. Turns out she was passing a foot-long tapeworm. Hands down the creepiest thing I have ever seen. They have her medicines and she has calmed, but it got wrapped around her little organs, and her little butt has some problems. We are keeping an eye on her and go back next week for follow-up. She is resting with me today at work, sleeping in the corner.




After all the scare with little Lucy, yesterday afternoon I decided to lie down and take a nap. Right as I did, the phone rang, and it was my bridal store. I knew my dress was supposed to arrive any day now, so I just knew that's what they were calling to say! And they were!!!! Except not. Apparently, my dress did arrive yesterday. But when they received it, it was completely damaged somehow in the shipping process, and was torn and covered in stains. :( I wanted to cry. I really, truly did. I had already had one setback this weekend when I found the PERFECT purple Vera Wang shoes on Ebay, and I was alllll set to order them when *poof*. Someone else bought them. Right before my eyes. It wasn't even an "auction" it was a "Buy It Now" so I really thought it was all good. So when they called to tell me my dress had been ruined, I very calmly listened to everything she had to say. How this has never happened, it is unheard of, it is unacceptable, they are devastated. They have already rush-ordered a new dress to be made, and it WILL be here with plenty of time to have alterations done before the wedding. They promised and promised and promised.




But still.


I hung up the phone. I crawled back into bed. And I cried. I just ugly cried. I cried for my lost shoes. I cried for my awful mean florist. I cried for my destroyed dream dress. I cried for my eye blistering up. I cried for my delayed invitations. I cried for my music contract being lost. I cried for my sick puppy. I just....cried. This one thing, this ONE thing that I had begged and pleaded in my head to please go perfectly, just crashed and burned, and it was the final straw. Somewhere in my tears, Andrew scooped me up and whispered to me how it was okay. How this wasn't my dress, but this next one is. How I'm beautiful no matter what. How none of this matters, it's all about US and our love. And I love and adore him for it. But I just wanted to cry. So I did. And he understood.




Sometime in my teary haze, I fell asleep. I woke up 4 hours later, feeling like I'd had a bad dream or something. But I felt better. The sleep took the edge off my exhaustion. The tears took the edge off my emotional state. And anything that was left, was healed up by a long conversation with my momma, and then a nice quiet night in with my Andrew.




This whole thing has been a whirlwind, but I honestly wouldn't change it for the world. I'm still excited and ready for my big day. And I'm actually so used to things going wrong at this point, I'm not so sure I'll be surprised by anything. Hey, I've had plenty to blog about and plenty stories to tell, and many memories to make. Lets face it, this would have been a pretty dull blog if it all went right.


So I'm going to wait patiently for my dress. I'm going to LOVE my new florist (and hiss at the old one every time I pass the store.) My makeup and hair will be wonderful. We shall all eat, drink, and be merry. In precisely 2 months 13 days 1 hour 35 minutes and 54 seconds I will marry my best friend. Now who can't be over the moon happy about that?!