Part 1: Conception
At one point my wedding dress was a mere twinkle in my eye. It was a daydream. Hell, it was a wet dream.
So I reached out to vintage wedding dress designer Dolly Thicke of Dolly Couture and shared my ideas for a short and relatively casual gown. She drew this up for me:
I was so in love with the fun and flirty goodness of this dress! But then I went to David's Bridal and tried this on:
And I was in love. Again. But this time it was with the feeling of twirling around in a classic long 'n lace gown.
Knowing that there were other fish in the sea, I shopped around the Internet for more inspiration. (Remember?)
Many e-mail conversations later, Dolly created a new sketch based on my modified wish list:
When I saw this image it was like meeting my baby for the first time via a printed sonogram photo -- tears welled up and I let out a loud happy sigh. Amazed and elated, it was a moment of perfection.
Part 2: Giving Birth
I was indecisive, fickle, and painfully detail-oriented when it came to my gown. So even though it was quite lovely when it arrived at my house after 8 weeks of production, I felt that it was not (yet) all that it could be.
So Dolly (as wonderful as she is) took back the gown, sent it to the Intensive Care Unit, and nursed it to perfection. It arrived a few weeks later and fit like it was made just for me. (Oh yeah, it was!)
Part 3: Life
My dress lived a full life. I wore it through joy, laughter, frustration, exhaustion, and big love:
Photo of my nephew giving me a flower just before the start of the ceremony
Part 4: Death
After the wedding I kept the gown on me for as long as I could. I didn't want to let go.
But in life you are only temporarily given family, your spouse, your children, your pets, and yes...even your wedding dress. We are to care for them to the best of our ability until our destined time with them is through- our mission complete.
The hem of my dress now carries dirt from the ground on which it danced and joyfully traveled. It has a story. But the story ends with the gown being put to rest in the same white garment bag in which it arrived. It's the circle of life, folks.
Farewell, oh beautiful wedding gown! I created you in my imagination. I endured much pain to bring you to life. I implored the help of others to help you grow. I showed you the world. But now it's time to say adieu...
(Dramatic much? Perhaps. But just wait until you form a special bond with YOUR gown...because then the love I have for mine won't seem so psycho.)