After reading this blog post, I decided to check on the state of my wedding dress. I mean, it's been almost 13 years since it's seen the light of day. All that time, stored in a plastic hanging bag at the back of various closets around the world, couldn't be good for it.
I am pleased to report that it still looks as white and lovely as it did on that HOT August day in Manti, Utah, 1995.
So, as long as I had it out, I started to get curious. Sure I've had 4 kids since then. Sure my current idea of exercise is bending up-and-down a gazillion times a day to pick up toys and stray socks. But maybe - just maybe - it might still fit??
Maybe?
If I suck in my gut . . .
If I don't zip up the back . . .
This time, my lack of pictures is intentional. Let's just say I hope I can preserve the dress long enough for one of my daughters to wear, if she wants to. 'Cuz this body will never attempt that again.
I think I need some chocolate.
6 comments:
I think I am definitely not going to try that one...I know I am a good ** pounds heavier than I once was. Since I don't have a little girl, I have often wondered if I should donate it to the American Cancer Society. I hear they auction off dresses and donate the money to breast cancer.
Hey-at least you could even imagine the dress fitting! It's not even a HOPE for me these days! Three kids later and X number of lbs! I don't even dream anymore...
**SIGH**
You are far braver than I! I didn't even attempt to try mine on!
After 4 kids, in my experience, even if it does fit- all the "bumps" are in all the wrong places! Lucky for me, I have all boys and rented my dress (not too sentimental back then).
Oh boy. I think my weight is about the same, but my *waist* is not. :-( I have heard that one can expect to gain half a shoe size and an inch in waist size per child, and that sounds about right, on a good day.
I did not have my dress cryogenically preserved (joke, ha ha) -- it is in a dry cleaner's bag in my closet, some twelve moves and fourteen years later.
I don't know if there is enough chocolate or wine in the world to make me brave enough to try it on.
Somewhere in my parents' house there are about ten yards of satin that I ended up *not* using for a train when we opted for a tiny wedding. Maybe I will just have that made up into something that actually fits me, and then I can pretend that I still fit into my wedding dress.
Oh, and speaking of HOT: we got married the day after the infamous OJ Simpson slo-mo freeway chase (yes, that was a long time ago). It was June, but there was a crazy heat wave that week. We were married in the morning, and yet in all the photos everyone has shiny faces -- it was impossible to avoid sweating. At least I decided to have a sleeveless dress, instead of one with long sleeves....
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