Today, myself and old friend were reacquainted.
My wedding dress.
Sadly, I haven’t been giving her the love most wedding dresses deserved. She ended up on a hanger in our attic for almost a year now. Hidden away, never cleaned (yuck, I know). Today she came back out to the light, and on Sunday she’ll come out to play. :)
She still makes me happy. Which is hard when you see and work with dozens of new brides wearing the latest styles…but still, she was mine. She has a few pearls and rhinestones missing and definitely a smudge here and there…but those are happy battle scars from our wedding day. I still can remember the one stain on my hip…that came from a glass of red wine when we were chatting with friends…now there’s one big mustard-orangey-yellow looking stain I have NO CLUE where that one came from…but all in all, she’s in good condition. A little SNUG but still fits. ;)
On Sunday in the wee hours of the morning, I’m going out with my friend Amber, an aspiring photographer, to shoot a little bridal portrait/trash the dress shoot.
I think the dress will enjoy another day on the town. And I’ll enjoy being a "bride" again for just a few hours. :)