Aaron and I got married on April 22nd (or maybe it was the 20th . . .I can't ever remember) in the year 1994. For the past 16 years, I have not known where to hang or how to store my wedding dress. The shoulders of the dress were so big, the dress would fall off the hanger everytime. The dress could usually be found in a crumpled heap on the floor.
I know most of you are cringing right now, and would never do such a thing, but one day while cleaning house, I decided to put the dress in my car and ship it off to Deseret Industries. I figured someone else could figure out how to store it better than I had.
When I was walking out to the car with the dress, my amazing neighbor drove by. "Where are you taking your wedding dress?" she asked.
I was embarrassed to have gotten caught in the act. "D.I.," I mumbled.
Well, as it turned out, she needed white material to make her daughter a baptism dress, I needed to get rid of my wedding dress, she is an AMAZING seamstress that can do anything with a piece of material, and I was pleased as punch that I didn't end up having to drive all the way to Provo to deliver my dress to D.I. Everyone was happy.
Before the dress was disassembled, we took some pictures of the girls in my wedding dress . . . for posterity and all. My girls didn't want the pictures taken, but I figure, some day they'll change their mind. They both vehemently proclaimed, "I will never wear your wedding dress when I get married." They obviously have no romantic notions about traditions.
Nyah in her Dear Ol' Mum's Wedding Dress
Cali hating every moment in her Dear Ol' Mum's Wedding Dress
Isabel before the transformation.
Isabel after the transformation.
16 years later. My wedding dress had a facelift. I'm going to get a facelift next!