Butterick wedding dress patterns

Things woud be one way for a year. Everyone would go by a specific baseline. Then one day - things changed and some person wouldn't get the memo. So they would do things how htey had been done for a year. Then they would get gaslit and told things were never done that way.
I started to question myself so I kept a notepad in my pocket. I'd write down dates and exactly how something happened. Then when it was re told a few months later, I'd refer to my notes knowing they were full of crap and I was right.
Someone would do some minor thing and everyone would act like they killed a man. Like a guy left a receipt under his matress one day. They took that as "gear adrift" and destroyed his rack. This guy was one of the only people who worked or followed the rules 99% of the time. And that is how they treated him.
he once hadn't eat in 36 hours and was about to get his chance, but his watch relief relieved him ten minutes late knowing hte galley was closing simply because they wanted to miss 10 minutes of their watch knowing the guy hadn't eaten. The guy gets mad and everyone tell him to quit crying and doesn't say one thing to the late relief. But they had eviscerated him over a fucking receipt under his matress.
We would have battle station drills. I was maybe 4 months away from getting out with my honorable. The pipe patching team was all brand new people with no leader. That had no idea what to do. But the chain of command would send them into drills by themselves. Totally setting them up for failure and if a real event happened they'd maybe die.
One day I get irritated because it is the end of battle stations and they are sending these guys in alone. The person running hte drill and testing them knew what was happening. There was never any equipment left at the end, and I felt their lives were worth something... So I take charge of the team for the drill and I take them in and htey are just doing abysmal and won't listen to anything I say and the person running the drill is just giving me shit like - "You're supposed to be leading these guys, where are your boots, where is your hat, why don't they know this." And I am just thinking, this is what I get for trying to do the right thing. That stuff wasn't as important as educating and preparing them.
One battle stations my team had finished their drill and it is near the end of battle stations. A second class comes in and says, "Eagle, get an air tank and follow them!" There were no air tanks because it was the end of the drill. There was also no boots or hats. I know it is going o take me a minute to find some so I ask the group and the second class - where are the ygoing so I know? No one would acknowledge I was speaking.
I find a tank, hat, and boots, and I walk through a fir barrier the directio nthe group went. A Chief and First class are standing there gabbing. I ask, "Am I supposed to be on air? Where am I supposed to go, what team am I helping so I know what to do?" They wouldn't acknowledge I was speaking. I try to get a response for maybe 3 minutes. So I go through another fire barrier and just can't find anyone nad have no clue.
Suddenyl the Chief and First class come through the barrier and th first class is yelling at me, "Why the fuck aren't you on air? Chief, this idiot isn't on air!" And I am looking at him like are you kidding me???? And I say something mildly snarky and he loses it, "What the fuck is this guy's problem?" And the Chief said, "Oh, e jst has an attitude problem." And I am just standing there like, yeah that's it. Not the fact that I asked you for three minutes if I neede to be on air and never got a response.
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People would try to enforce rules across the board like there was never any special cirumstances.
We'd paint te sides of the ship and we couldn't wear our gloves because they would stick together and get ruined. You couldn't work with the fingers all stuck together. Out hands would be numb and we'd be walking from the wuarterdeck to the berthing with our hands in our pockets wet and shivering live a dog. And someone would shout at us and tell us to, "Get our fucking hands out of our pockets." Because the rule was no walking with hand in in pockets.
I'd have watch as midnight, then go straight into sea and anchor, then wed have to clean everything up, dress the lones, bring in messenger lines, etc. I'd be walking through the hangar bay at half past noon with some stubble on my face. Some Chief would stop me and just yel at me for 15 minutes because I had stubble, "When was the last time you shaved?" And I'd tell them, when I got up this moninging - and before I could say I got up at midnight they'd just lay into me on how the rules state I have to shave everyday and blah blah. And I am just thinking, are we done - I have a mountain of work to do and if I'm lucky we'll get an hour of liberty before curfew - was I really supposed to excuse myself from mooring the ship to go and shave?...
We stood bridge watch and lookout watches. I got off watch at 3am one morning and I step into the hangar bay piss tired with my hat on. Underway you don't wear a cover except for on the bridge. It's 3 am. Me and one other guy were theonly person in all three hangar bays. This guy is pointing at his head frantically like someone is going to die because I have my cover on at 3am on my way to my berthing where I'll get 3 hours of sleep. And i am thinking, like why is this guy so concerned - is this really his biggest worry in life?...
It boiled down to no one having any empathy or thinking into things. No one stopped and thought - these people are barely sleeping, barely eating, getting abused physically and mentally... Maybe I should cut them a break.
One summer me an one other guy did a job by ourselves that was usually 12 people. We'd get 20 minutes for lunch. We had to go to this barge because were in a ship yard. I had to poop. So I poop and I had ten minutes left. i go to the galley to find something I can take with me. They had these individual ceral cups. I took one and this guy just loses it on me, "Hey! No taking food off the mess deck!" So I pretend to put it back and stick it in my coveralls. The guy sees me and I just bolt.
I literally ran to the lower level and into a head to scarf down dry cereral. The guy didn't even think - maybe this guy is just hungry and htis is his only meal today - he is covered in paint and carrying a life jacket - maybe I should let this one slide.

Getting married in August, my 9 year old daughter is not girly at all and doesn’t want to wear a dress, struggling to know what to get her to wear for the wedding. She wants to be flower girl so needs to be something that’s not her usual football shirts and tracksuit bottoms but something fit for a wedding.
Struggling for inspiration.
UK based if anyone has any suggestions

I (29F) was asked to be a bridesmaid for my best friend (30F) with three other friends of hers. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to be with her in her special day. I’ll start this by saying our friendship took a turn after her away hen (in the uk, some brides want to have a home bachelorette and one abroad). I’m not going to get into the hen party in this post because it would be even longer than it already is. I would be here all day if I told you every terrible thing she did or said. The list is long. I’m a people pleaser and I now see that I was her “yes man”. I would validate her feelings regardless of my own which is stupid now that I look back at it, but after the hen party dramas I grew some balls and started standing up for what I believed in and stopped agreeing with her when I thought differently etc which did change the dynamic of our relationship understandably. The 6 months from the hen party to the end of our friendship was honestly one of the most stressful times of my life. She would bitch and moan about the other bridesmaids to me all the time. Saying she didn’t want them as bridesmaids anymore. She told me that no one was to make a statement on the day of her wedding, only her and the groom, which again is understandable to some extent. This included her guests wearing any designer clothes. She then went onto say that she chose the bridesmaids dress colour so that we would blend into the background. Her expectations of us were so so high that I thought that if I even went to the bathroom on the day I would not be doing enough/ would ruin her day by missing something. I texted her that I wanted to talk about her exceptions of me and go over a few things we had already discussed. I made it clear that I didn’t want to do this via text because of how badly it ended after her hen party and she was open to a discussion which was great. She asked if I could to the next day which i unfortunately couldn’t do. I told her I was working all day, then had an appointment and then had a call with my therapist booked in. To confirm this was conversation was at 10.30pm, so I put my phone on DND and went to sleep. I woke up at 5am to a text that I found very demanding. She said she needed to know now and couldn’t wait, that she was too stressed to be stressed about this as well. She also told me that she suspected I was delaying things so I could talk to my therapist about her. Both of these comments just made me snap after the 6 months of hell. That MY therapy session was about her, that everything was about her and I couldn’t have a life?? Like I said I didn’t want to do this via text but at this point it was 5am and she didn’t really give me another option but to respond via text. I gave her a list of everything I wanted to discuss (even though I had already told her there wasn’t anything we hadn’t already discussed). I made two sarcastic comments in the text, not my finest moment but I don’t regret them because I was at breaking point. I told her that “her wish was my command” and that I wanted to avoid any misunderstanding by doing this via text “but it was obviously too late for that”. Oops. She then came back to me with this woe is me “in so stressed, I’m all alone” etc text and I broke. It was like I couldn’t have my own emotions without her felling like they were taking away from hers. It was all about her all the time because she was getting married next year… I was sitting at work crying with stress, heart rate crazy high and I knew I needed to prioritise myself and I decided to step down. I wouldn’t do it by text normally but I felt like I wasn’t really given any other option. I told her I still loved her and that I wanted to remain friends, but that I needed to step down to look after myself. That I would leave the ball in her court and would understand whatever decision she would make, if she wanted to remain friends. She took it gracefully and we agreed to leave it there and chat in a few weeks. She then text me ending the friendship, that she understands she played a part in me stepping down and a bridesmaid but that she didn’t need to hear my reasons why. I feel like it was a big jump from 2 sarcastic comments in a text asking her to talk to ending a 10 year friendship. So I want to know if you think I was wrong for how I told her I didn’t want to be a bridesmaid anymore

Long-time lurker, first-time poster 😊
My wife (33f, LLW) and I (34m, HLH) have been together for 12 years and married for 2. She is my best friend and favorite person. Our life and relationship are great besides our sex life, including non-sexual intimacy. However, our sexual needs and wants seldom match.
Since COVID, our sex life hasn't quite been dead, but it's been in critical condition. In the first two years of the pandemic, we had sex about half a dozen times. This is was also during what is supposed to be one of the most wonderful and romantic times of our lives (engagement, wedding, honeymoon). Since getting married, we have had separate sexless stints of 5 months and 8 months, and have had far more sexless months than not. Our lack of sex wasn't from a lack of trying. I am almost always the one to initiate, usually 2-3 times a week, and the constant rejection certainly takes a toll on my ego and morale.
One pattern emerged during the pandemic. I found that when rejecting me, my wife would suggest an alternate activity. The most common suggestion was watching TV together, in particular either "Ru Paul's Drag Race" or "Legendary," another show about the drag community. This scenario (me initiating, her rejecting me, us watching one of those 2 shows) occurred at least 20 times in the first couple years of the pandemic, far more often than us having sex. This doesn't include the other times she rejected me to watch something else together, but these two shows were the most common outcome.
Am I reading too much into things, or is my wife trying to convey a message with how she's rejecting me, with the shows she chose to watch? Or is she's simply wanting to watch her favorite shows with me?
Has anyone else picked up on patterns in rejection?

Does anyone know where she got the dress she wore to the Italy wedding?

Roller Skate Peter 500 gems Score 1.0
Peter athletic combo made with Horse Camp and Deathball. Medium cripple all and bomb. An ok combo limited by old objects
Traumatized Dale 500 gems Score 3.0
Dale armed/toy combo made with all the toy objects, no armed. Lower punch and payback Comes up in Burobu Clash and a reasonable option. An average but not great option otherwise.
Hottyz Luanne 1000 stones Score 6.0
Luanne disguised combo made with Bunny Costume, Shrimp Dress, Wagstaff Whaler, Golden Goose and Replacement Shell lines of objects. Medium punch gas and cripple. While now an older combo, pairs well with her current Wedding Luanne combo. Think I had this slightly over rated last time so brought it down, even though due the megaquest, many of us have some Luanne’s now.
Espresso Shot Teddy 1000 stones Score 0.0
Teddy bge-less combo made with common card Espresso. Some motivate and shield. Unplayable
Scale
9-10 Top of the Top: I’d spend 2250 in gems for cm2 if I had to. Type of combo I would pursue CM5 on
7-8 Still Darn Good: I’d drop 4500 in mastery stones for cm2 or 500 gems for cm1. Ideally I get this to at least cm 3-4
5-6 Good: I’d throw 1000 mastery stones for cm1, maybe take it to cm2 at a later date
3-4 Average: If I was loaded with mastery stones I would think about
1-2 Poor: There’s something there, but I’m not spending resources on it
0 Lousy: Really Kong, take it out of the game

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This actually happened today. Approximately 30 minutes ago to be exact.
I'm currently writing this in an Uber on my way to the airport and my face looks like this.
Allow me to explain how I got into this situation.
I was asked by my best friend a couple months ago to be the best man at his wedding. As he was my best friend and has been since college, I readily accepted. The only thing that's a bit difficult is that I live several states away from him. No big deal, I was planning his bachelor party in Vegas anyway. Amazingly, the bachelor party went off without a hitch and I was looking forward to the wedding this Sunday (still am).
I ended up staying up way too late last night and into the early hours of this morning getting everything I needed to ready for this weekend (a task in which my ADHD did not help). Anyway, I basically stayed up until 6 am this morning getting everything ready and by the time I was done, I was exhausted.
I still had about 5 hours before I had to leave for the airport and figured it would be a good idea to take a power nap to recharge a bit so I could be good for tonight's festivities.
When I opened my eyes, I checked my phone and saw that I was already 20 minutes past the time I was supposed to leave for the airport! I bolted out of bed and started to get dressed as fast as I could. I quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and then started hopping on one foot trying to get my socks on. While my right sock slid on easily, my left sock was being a pain to do while I was hopping up and down. Suddenly, for reasons unknown, I landed wrong and rolled my ankle. As I came crashing to the floor, I also managed to crack my eyebrow off the tiles. With no time to lose, I quickly finished getting dressed and grabbed my bags and tux and left.
Now, I'm riding in the back of an Uber with a light blue golf ball of swelling hanging off my eyebrow less than 36 hours from my best friend saying his vows. I am praying that the swelling goes down and I avoid looking like Rocky for his wedding. Wish me luck!
TL;DR: I overslept and managed to smack eye off the floor less than 36 hours from being the best man in my best friend's wedding, likely giving myself some natural eyeshadow for the event.

1. Never use the word “Mormon” in describing anything Mormon. Doing so is a win for Satan.
   
2. Drink no coffee, tea or alcohol.
   
3. Eat meat sparingly. (Actually, scratch that. It’s in the Word of Wisdom, but no one pays attention to it anyway, so bring on the burgers. You’re going to need to keep your strength up for keeping all the other rules.)
   
4. Eat a lot of vegetables and fruits in their season. And, yes, funeral potatoes totally count as a vegetable.
   
5. Go to church every Sunday, even when you’re on vacation. God gives you extra credit for this.
   
6. Accept any callings offered by the bishop. (But see also No. 40.)
   
7. Attend the temple once a month at the very least. Always keep a valid temple recommend.
   
8. Do your monthly visiting teaching/home teaching. Er, ministering.
   
9. Send out a homemade holiday gift and card/letter to neighbors.
   
10. Never use a curse word. If you need a library of faux swear options, watch “Napoleon Dynamite” multiple times and absorb its vocabulary.
    
11. Do family history work (genealogy) for your ancestors.
    
12. Show up for moving other people in and out of your ward. Lift with your legs! And keep plenty of ibuprofen on hand.
    
13. Sign up to bring meals to the sick or otherwise needy. These must be home-cooked. No KFC allowed!
    
14. Feed the missionaries — hefty portions. You don’t want emaciated elders or sisters around.
    
15. Volunteer to clean the church/temple when the sign-up sheet goes around. Remember to wear clothes you can get dirty in. You’re keeping the church clean, not yourself.
    
16. Attend ward activities like the Christmas party, the summer swim party, back-to-school parties, etc.
    
17. Hold a weekly Family Home Evening with your children. No crying allowed, from either parents or children!
    
18. Teach your children to do chores happily. (Good luck with this.)
    
19. Be grateful, even for your trials. Trials are really blessings in disguise. Also, they make great fodder for tearful testimonies in the future.
    
20. Keep a year’s supply of food in your basement, even if you never eat any of it. The family with the most wheat wins.
    
21. Do regular disaster planning with your kids, from fire drills to flood plans. You can never be too prepared for the end of days.
    
22. Know how to make important knots with rope. No one knows why this matters, but it does.
    
23. Learn how to build a fire without a match.
    
24. Know the stories of your pioneer ancestors, if you have them, to tell your children on Pioneer Day. (Don’t worry about the gruesome details — kids will love them!)
    
25. Invite nonmembers to attend church meetings and activities. Repeatedly.
    
26. Read the Sunday school and auxiliary lesson each week, so you can participate in lessons. But don’t monopolize the teacher, even if you’re the only one who prepared.
    
27. Figure out how to use beans in fudge making and wheat in chili-making.
    
28. Help with local fundraising activities for the youths, like allowing them to put a flag in your yard even if they break your sprinkler system.
    
29. God expects you to be happy.
    
30. Play “wholesome” games as a family. (Yes, Monopoly counts. The prophet Ezra Taft Benson taught that capitalism is holy, so it’s best to start ’em young.)
    
31. Donate to Sub for Santa or other Christmas charities as a ward/stake.
    
32. But don’t tell the children that Santa isn’t real.
    
33. Sing in the ward choir, even if you don’t sing well, because you can make a “joyful sound.”
    
34. Do NOT NOT NOT have sex before marriage — no making out, either. In fact, just try not to think about sex at all.
    
35. Root for BYU against the University of Utah — “bleed blue.”
    
36. Get your daughters to babysit for poor ward members for free.
    
37. Go on weekly dates with your spouse.
    
38. Don’t steal from the ward’s library or lost and found. (Return your crayons and chalk, dammit!)
    
39. Repent whenever you accidentally use a swear word, as I just did in violation of Rule No. 38.
    
40. Friends don’t let friends get called into the nursery.
    
41. Toddlers get only Cheerios in sacrament meeting. (No Capn’ Crunch or you’ll make the other toddlers jealous.)
    
42. Submit Primary children’s drawings as art for the ward bulletin, even if you can’t tell what it is.
    
43. Eat “better than sex” chocolate cake.
    
44. Drink sparkle punch.
    
45. Participate in Eagle Scout projects no matter how stupid you think they are.
    
46. Have a favorite church hymn — preferably the same as one of the prophet’s.
    
47. Watch out for Gadianton robbers. Also, MLM schemes.
    
48. Know how to cook a marshmallow properly to make s’mores. They’re practically a Mormon invention.
    
49. Be able to make seven kinds of Jell-O salad, at least one with carrots.
    
50. Save seats in a theateamusement park where it’s not allowed, but do it politely.
    
51. Make sure you know how to make funeral potatoes. (Hint: with cornflakes!)
    
52. Drink root beer or milk if you are ever forced to be in a bar.
    
53. Turn regularly to sugar, in huge quantities, as your only vice.
    
54. Keep all church buildings at refrigerator temperatures year-round because men are in full suits and ties.
    
55. Drive to church no matter how close you live.
    
56. Go on a mission the moment you hit the requisite birthday.
    
57. Don’t go to the grocery store on the Sabbath. If you absolutely must, though, do it in another town so no one from your ward sees you.
    

Women 58. Do feminine crafts like knitting, crocheting and quilting.

1. Learn how to bake bread, cook meals cheaply, and can foods. Bonus points if you grow the foods in your own garden.
   
2. Wear makeup, because even an old barn looks good with a little paint on it.
   
3. Do not nurse at church except in the mother’s lounge in the women’s bathroom, which will also be where children’s dirty diapers are changed and disposed of. But modesty!
   
4. Attend monthly Relief Society meetings.
   
5. Decorate your house with Relief Society kitsch.
   
6. No porn shoulders.
   
7. Don’t slam your purse or talk in a shrill tone.
   
8. Be able to sew pioneer bonnets, dresses, aprons, etc., in bulk at a day’s notice.
   
9. Don’t chew gum in church (according to my mother — it’s not ladylike).
   
10. You can have up to one ear piercing per God’s instructions. Getting double-pierced ears is beyond the pale, so don’t push it.
    

Men 69. Sacrament must be administered and passed by young men in white shirts, only using their right hands. The patterns may vary from ward to ward, but are secret and only for men to know.

1. Do not shed tears in any scenario ever, except during testimony meeting, when it is 100% acceptable for you to cry.
   
2. Don’t abuse your children or your wife — except with dad jokes, which you may pile on freely.
   
3. Do play church ball hard enough to get injured or injure someone else. Unless someone winds up in the hospital, the Spirit hasn’t spoken strongly enough.
   
4. Facial hair was fine for Jesus but not for you. The clean-cut look is definitely the Mormon, er, Latter-day Saint look. Oh, and man buns are flat out.
   

So yes I'm 16 She/Her yes I told you my pronouns yes I'm a girl and yes I'm trans, so I saw a post in this sub and it asked: How do I come out? and so I kinda backtracked to when I came out just a few weeks ago. I had done so much to make my plan fool proof and it worked out so I decided to share it to this user. I think it needs to reach a wider audience though so I'm making my own post prefacing I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ACTIONS THAT ENSUE IF YOU TAKE MY ADVICE THIS IS MEANT TO BE TAKEN WITH CAUTION AND JUST MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS. I just thought id give my 2 cents on the thing feel free to leave any critiques, I'm planning to be a writer and being a trans writer is something I can take pride in, here it is:
Well I'd like to preface this by saying take my advice with a grain of salt, because I'm pretty wacky when it comes to my methods. Heres my guide:
So do whatever makes you feel comfortable first because there is a long road ahead.
Pre-planning: not something I considered at first but, another user pointed out to me one time, that I need a backup plan, they are correct, sadly coming out has consequences for some of us. You need a plan in terms of how to handle this. I came up with dorming in college rather than staying with parents miserably living in cis mode. It's also important to pack a suitcase and grab legal documents if you are very uncertain how they will take it.
Then I would say come up with every possible thing you want to say this is the longest part of the process.
Eliminate the useless context and limit it down to:
1) Stating the point: I am a girl and I am coming out to you as transgender
This first step is the hardest and requires the most courage so I'd recommend reading through before dismissing the rest of this just because of the first step
If they aren't immediately supportive refer to Plan B if they are supportive refer to Plan A
Plan B: Supporting the point with your truth and strongest beliefs (DO NOT INCLUDE USELESS REASONS ONLY STATE THE BIG EVIDENCE FIRST) you can save those "useless reasons" for later
examples: Big reason: I am trans because I believe I was meant to be a woman since birth and it will benefit my mental health and allow me to fully portray the "freedom of expression" stated in our Declaration of Independence.
Disclaimer: this reason doesn't work if you don't live in the U.S.
Useless (less persuasive) reason: I am trans because I want to wear high heels and dresses comfortably
2) Come up with a justification on how this will benefit you
Example: This will benefit my mental health by truly allowing me to display my inner self releasing emotions welled up in the far reaches of my mind for all my life
Example 2: Transitioning will benefit me in achieving my life long goals which feel inaccessible to me in my current presentation, these goals are: becoming a mother, doing photo shoots as a model, wearing (generally categorized as) women's clothing, becoming a bride and wearing a wedding dress etc etc.
3) ⚠️ WARNING: if they pull out the "How are you trans?" Card there isn't a good explanation unfortunately it kinda just comes down to your own gut feeling and beliefs, you can only share your beliefs so work hard to establish those to hopefully make your proposal easier to accept and to understand by establishing those.
Plan A: If your parents just say, "Oh ok, congrats I'm proud of you doing this" HUGE W UR IN GIRL!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ Then just talk about how you've been holding back this secret for a little bit now and can't wait to transition and that you are in huge thanks to them accepting you.
In the case of transphobic parents:
Sadly it really boils down to your parents and their tolerance. Nothing can be helped in that regard because it's just a perspective that they choose to believe. Convincing them is an entirely different task I've never thought about, but I feel that to provide a valid argument to accepting LGBTQ+ people you need to simply state that LGBTQ+ people are simply just people who were born destined to stand out from the majority, you can't be hateful of someone's viewpoint when it simply isnt warranted. And if they believe there is some sort of political agenda surrounding it such as the rate of which people are making these realizations now. The publicity of the voices who had made themselves known, the founders of pride, had fought through the battle to allow us to express ourselves more freely even despite how difficult the step of coming out is, reality must be faced sooner than later, we can't live in the shadow forever concealing ourselves simply letting ourselves rot into nothing, and the history behind this proves that the world has only been improved in terms of general lively satisfaction with the acceptance of non-v**lent, non-discriminative communities being adopted. "At the end of the day what does someone doing anything matter if it isnt causing harm"-My Mother. Thank you for letting me share my thoughts.
Why did I make this?:
I had to make this outline for myself when coming out to my mom because I knew she is a woman that won't just take the answer but analyzes it and truly looks deep for the truth, also she is a caring person who doesn't want her child making potentially life changing regretful decisions which is understandable why she gave me such a rough time but yeah this is my plan and that's why I decided to share it with you! Go get em' hopefully this is big confidence buff or reassurance!