(Long. Sorry. Skip to the bottom line, for, well, the bottom line.)
I filed this under Emotional instead of Dress because this isn’t really a like or don’t like the dress issue, nor is it a financial issue, but an emotional issue.
My heart skips roller coaster-style even writing this…
I’ve always loved my grandmother’s wedding dress. (Attached.)
I asked my grandmother about it this summer. She was very hesitant. Both she and her younger sister wore it. She said it had been in a box for literally 50 years and she was sure it had deteriorated.
I said OK.
I bought a dress that I love.
You know where this is going… 🙂
I kept thinking about my grandmother’s dress. I wanted to use it in some way. (I’m the last girl in the family.)
If it had deteriorated, I could harvest the beautiful buttons, which were covered BY HAND by my great grandmother.
(Oh, she MADE the entire dress by hand.)
I could put the buttons on my bouquet stem and they would be my something old. Not to mention great juju, as my grandparents have been happily married 60+ years.
I asked my grandma to bring the dress to Thanksgiving.
She said, “If you want, sure. But it’s so old, I just don’t think you’ll be able to do much with it.”
Blah, blah, blah, Thanksgiving. Eating. Talking. Fun.
We went back to my parents. The fellas were occupied by football or some such thing so my mom and I stole away and tore open the box.
It was the most beautiful color — called “bridal pink.” Looks white, then, looks blush. Glowing, red hair-accentuating, bright white skin-complementing, extremely fashion-forward blush.
It was immaculate. Without flaw. No holes, no stains. Totally untouched by time. My mom held it up to my body, obviously having the same thought I was having.
I put it on and the darn thing fit. (By now I was hoping it wouldn’t. Remember, I already have a dress I love.)
Fit except for the bust, that is, but there was enough fabric to let it out. Hence no X-rated photo. 🙂
My mom and I were speechless. Her eyes got teary. She told me it was my choice and if I wanted to sell the other dress that was fine. (She bought the new dress.)
I should note, aside from the boobies, while I was at it, I would have the seamstress remove the sleeves and add cap sleeves. (Which I was planning on adding to my current dress.) I would have her adjust the neckline, to a sweetheart if possible, if not, square. The length is already perfect.
So there it is. I’m in love with two dresses. Wait. Make that three. My mom also bought me an adorable short reception dress when we bought my new dress. So I can’t wear grandma’s dress for the ceremony and my new dress for the reception. (Both are long and formal so that wouldn’t make a ton of sense anyway.)
NOTES: I love my new dress. There is nothing wrong with it. It’s amazing, in fact. And it will twinkle in my venue. It’s also durable. Grandma’s dress is in excellent shape, but it’s a thin satin, and it just turned 63 (!). I would have to be careful or there could be a disastrous, movie-esque tear. FI is a clumsy fellow. That’s why I didn’t buy a tulle dress. I was sure he would step on it and it would tear, or it would get caught on something.
Grandma’s dress looks amazing. The color was MADE for me. It makes my waist look tiny. (Because my waist is small… thanks Weight Watchers!… but this cut is like woah.) Even with my changes, the cut couldn’t be as comfortable as my current dress. I suspect Grandma’s dress will also show sweat. And I am a sweaty, sweaty girl.
I am receiving zero pressure from my mother and grandmother.
(My great however, the sister who wore it 10 years later, got teary just seeing the box in my hands.)
Grandma’s dress smells like it’s been in a box for 50 years.
Do I try to sell a dress I love to wear my grandmother’s dress that I also love? I can’t wear both.