*It involves an old, expensive article of clothing. In fact, I believe I only own two pieces of clothing that are older than this one. (and those should be blogged about sometime)
*This is something I’ve been thinking about for about two years now.
*When I bought it, I thought for sure I’d only ever wear it once.
Forgive my lack of creativity this morning in my clues, as I’m sure it’s a dead-giveaway and I’m just so excited: I got out my wedding dress and tried it on!
And it fit. The end.
No, not really.
Our 10-year anniversary is this Friday. TEN YEARS. I just can’t believe it. Not long after Jack Henry was born and I was still in my hormonal, my-body-will-never-be-the-same (and it isn’t), post-delivery state, I started thinking about my wedding dress. How much I loved it (though, obviously, I’d pick something different in 2009), what an incredible day it was, and how I had no daughters who would potentially want to wear it someday. That idea was a stretch anyway, but, hey, it happens sometimes, right?
So, I started thinking: it would be cool to get it out of the sealed box it’s been living in for the past ten years. Because really, what am I going to do with it besides let it sit in storage? Plus, while I know what I weighed then and now is roughly the same, my proportions have definitely, ahem, changed due to time, nagging bad habits and all that baby-growing I did in a relatively short amount of time. I just wanted to see if it still fit. And, I wanted to see if the hem had gotten clean…our wedding day was a cold, rainy, muddy mess, and the hem of my dress was black by the end of our reception.
I was so excited to get it out of the packaging and see the few things I had sealed with it. It was pristine! Big thank you to Wiedman Cleaners in Effingham; they did a fabulous job!
Ah, relief: it zipped all the way. Since I was using the timer on my camera to take a picture of myself, I didn’t try to get a picture of the back for proof, so my word will have to be enough. And I discovered that I still hated the very small bow on the back; I didn’t like it then, either, but it was for the bustle so I left it.
That said, my middle is definitely thicker. My arms are definitely bigger (and strangely, I seem to have gained armpit fat because it was pretty tight under my arms!). But I’m happy.
And now, I’m left wondering what to do with it. For being a pretty sentimental person, I am feeling remarkably unsentimental about keeping this dress. Honestly, I think I’m going to put it on craigslist…I can’t imagine that anyone would want a ten-year-old dress, but hey, you never know. And I have a much better souvenir than a dress to show for that day: a happy, ten-year-old marriage.