My parents are packing up the house we grew up in and moving someplace more manageable. A condo perhaps, that part’s still undecided. But one thing is certain, clean-up has begun. And that means things that have been stored there for many years are finding their way out of the closets and attic and being passed along or put to rest. Treasures are being unburied. Case in point – my wedding dress.
I’m not exactly sure why the dress has been at my mother’s for the past 13 years, but it has, and other than one occasion about 10 years ago, I haven’t pulled it out and looked at it since. I loved that dress, Raw silk, detachable train, fine details that made it perfect. I wore it with a tiny pearl tiara and a fingertip veil. I felt very princess-like.
Of course I wanted to pull out my lovely dress, hold it up to the light and admire it. Maybe I’d even try it on for old times’ sake. Feel like a princess again.
Well, that dream was squashed the minute I held the tiny dress up in my hands. What happened? Could it have shrunk being packed away? Maybe being in the dark? Did elves come in the night and alter my beautiful gown? It was small. Or then again, maybe it wasn’t the garment that shrunk as much as it was the princess who grew. Sadly, gasp, that dress was more than 30 pounds ago. How the hell did that happen?
Who knew marriage was so bad for your health?
So in the end, I just petted it for a while because I care enough about my mental health that I avoided trying it on and devastating myself. I did try on the tiara and veil instead (hurrah – it fit!), After giving a few twirls I packed it up again nicely and made some June resolutions to eat less and exercise more. Oy. Maybe the elves in my attic can make some alterations that let out the side seams a bit. I still am princess-like after all.