- 8 years ago
- Wedding: January 2012
My dress was like a dream. I found one dress that I LOVED online one day. When I finally went to try on dresses for the first time several months later, they didn’t have that particular one, but they did have a very similar one by the same designer. It fit me like a dream, and I thought I looked beautiful. I tried on several different dresses several more times over the next few months, but I kept coming back to that first one, even after I finally had a chance to try on the dress I had originally fallen in love with online. I finally bought it after I had a chance to go shopping with my mom. I never once suffered from any dress regret. I LOVED my dress. The alterations worked perfectly, and my dress looked amazing on the wedding day. Thus, since there was never any drama leading up to the wedding, I’m really surprised that there is now. Ugh.
Now the wedding is over, and it’s sitting in a bag in my hall closet. I plan to sell it… just as I’ve planned to do from the very beginning. I don’t see the point in having it preserved. I mean, I don’t particularly want to part with it, but I see the reality as this:
1) My future daughter(s) will probably have the exact same reaction to my dress that I had to my mom’s: “It’s nice, I guess, but it’s not me at all. I do NOT want to wear that thing on my wedding day.”
2) Even with my four-inch heels, Darling Husband towered above me on our wedding day. Our future daughters will be giants, and my floor-length gown will be a miniskirt on them.
3) We have NO ROOM in our apartment. Seriously, we don’t have even enough space for the crap we WILL use sometime in the next thirty years. My massive dress is taking up space that’s at a huge premium right now. Even if it were boxed, it would still be taking up valuable space.
4) We could honestly use the money we’d get from selling it right now.
Anyway, I posted on Facebook the other day that I was trying to get rid of all the wedding crap living in our apartment and that we had stuff ranging from table numbers to centerpieces to my dress. Suddenly my mom’s friend who was at the wedding starts posting that I absolutely can’t sell my beautiful dress, and that I should definitely keep it for our future daughters. I told her why I wasn’t, but she came back and said that I absolutely couldn’t. Whatever; I ignored her this time around. That was around noon.
Well, I just got an email from my mom. The subject line was “Your wedding dress”, and the body read, “You’re SELLING it???? I can’t tell you how wonderful it was for you to wear mine [at the rehearsal dinner]. One day you’ll have a daughter & you’ll know what I mean. Until you have one, you can’t begin to know what it means.”
Never mind the fact that my mom was the one who HELPED ME DECIDE that selling it was what I should do when I talked to her about it over a year ago. Never mind the fact that it’s been something I’ve talked about publicly ever since. No, she’s now surprised about it and freaking out.
Seriously, who the heck ends up with dress drama AFTER the wedding???