...when Kelly said that she'd be doing wedding dresses on "show us where you live Fridays", I thought I'd see how my dress has held up over the years. Twenty two years to be exact.
My mom made my wedding dress. I remember going to the fabric store downtown because the regular fabric stores didn't have fancy lace and fabric. (and I still remember how much the lace cost and how shocked my mom was at how expensive it was.)
I saw the dress in a bridal magazine while I was doing mission work in California and we found a pattern that was fairly close, with princess poofy sleeves and lots of buttons. Lots and lots of buttons.
There are thirty three buttons down the back and fourteen buttons down the sleeves. Teeny tiny buttons. Fortunately, I have small hands. Unfortunately, I couldn't button the back of my dress up myself.
Mom also fixed the veil as well. Some sort of crown thing that was popular during the eighties. I think it was meant to sit on the head and not mush down enormous hair.
I'm not sure if you can tell it here, but I was thin when I was young(er.) um...maybe thin isn't the word. I was skinny. I measured the waist tonight and it measures 24 inches. I'm happy to report that I measured one of my thighs and it's not as big now as my waist was then. Almost but not quite. Don't as me why I torture myself with things like that. In my head, I think that I should still be that thin. However, 22 years of birthin' babies followed by lots of pie and cheese fries have not been kind to my waist. (They have, however, been more beneficial to other parts of my figure...if you get my drift.)
Anyhow, the dress is all tucked away again. Maybe someday I'll drag it out and show it to my grandbabies. Far far down the road.