As you know, the month of June has more weddings than any other month.
The weather is usually gorgeous, but not blistering hot,
everything is in full bloom, and young brides-to-be
have been planning their weddings for months,
dreaming of their perfect June wedding.
And of course, what was the biggest decision they make?
Their dress...of course.
Hours upon hours are spent pouring through magazines
and visiting bridal shops. Or perhaps they made their
own dress or will have someone make it for them. Each bride feels a
little like a queen walking down the isle in the dress of her dreams.
What becomes of that dress,
after her special day is over?
What's become of yours since you were that queen on your special day?
You know, I'm not sure I
want to hear the answer to this question.
There's just a little too much guilt involved in the answer for me,
but also some redemption at the end of this story.
Are you one of {
those} people,
who sent it to the dry cleaner
the day after your wedding,
and it is neatly boxed up...
preserved for the next generation?
Okay, the truth be told,
I wish I was one of {those} people, but I'm not.
So, where you might ask, is MY wedding dress?
The dress my mother lovingly made for me?
The one she slaved over for hours and hours,
and had to keep adjusting because my
shoulders are sloped different, so one side kept slipping?
(A fact I didn't know until then).
Where is that dress?
Why, the landfill, of course.
Isn't that where the wedding dresses of all stupid women reside?
There...I've admitted it.
I kept my dress for quite a few years, (at least 10),
but I never got around to getting it cleaned and boxed up,
like {
those} kind of people do.
I *did* intend to do it, but it just never happened.
The dress sat in a plastic bag all that time,
waiting for me to do the sensible thing, like {
those} people do.
But after so many years had passed, and it had been
in that trash bag, in an outdoor shed (further guilt),
I figured that mold & mice had probably damaged it
beyond preservation...so I pitched it.
Yes, I confessed my deed to my mother and she still
speaks to me and loves me.
All these years, the thought of my wedding dress
and my sheer act of stupidity have haunted me.
But, a little of the guilt has been lifted off my crooked shoulders.
You see, I decided to call my mom, and mentioned a few I'd love to have.
Things that don't cost any money, but are meaningful to me.
I asked for HER wedding dress,
as well as some old watches from her
jewelry box that I loved looking at when I was a child.
She agreed and sent me her dress.
My mother made her dress also.
Look at that pretty little waistline.
My mom said that these watches were gifts from her father.
One of them has teeny, tiny little diamonds on it.
None of them work any longer and
I've got some ideas of what I'd like to do with them.
Guess what? My mother told me that
she was thinking she would throw HER wedding dress in the landfill
because it was just taking up space in her closet and she didn't think anyone
would ever want it anyway, as it is now too fragile to wear.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it, Mom?
So, though my poor wedding dress is buried in a landfill in New Mexico,
I have saved my mother's wedding dress from the same fate.
Does that make me one of {
those} people now?
Please...say it does.
So...where is YOUR wedding dress?
Angie
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