I got married in silk stockings. It was sort of a fantasy for me – my fiancé and I had been living together for four years and I wanted to do something a little exotic and different – so I bought a real lace garter belt and silk stockings to clip on. I bought two pairs of stockings (luckily as it turned out) from Dior. The wedding day dawned, we got married at the town hall first by the mayor, then had lunch in the tent with the best man and maid of honor, and then I went to get dressed for the wedding in the church.
I took the stockings out of the box and held them up. “Horrors!” the first pair had a huge run down the leg. I was stunned. I’d been so careful, hadn’t caught them on anything…they were defective! I opened the second box, and they were fine. I slid them on, clipped them, and admired myself in the mirror (meanwhile my poor fiancé was taking aspirin after aspirin trying to get rid of a major migraine headache…)
The wedding was a lot of fun. But afterward I wanted to exchange the stockings or at least get my money back. I’d bought them at the Dior stand at a big department store. I went there, with my reciept and the stockings…and the woman told me that she would not give me my money back because the box had been opened and obviously I’d torn them myself. I tried to argue, but to no avail. The woman remained adament. And I got mad. I took the stocking and held it up. Every time someone came to buy something at the stand, I showed them the stocking, said it was a scandal, and told them not to buy anything there. After I’d made at least five people walk away from the stand, the woman (who had been huffing and puffing in fury) ran off to get her manager.
I explained to the manager that I would continue to show people the stocking and tell them what happened. There was nothing he could do about it. He was smart. He gave me my money back.