Wedding Dress ~ to keep or not to keep?
Okay so last week I shared with you some of the ways I’m an organizing and cleaning rebel. That was a lead up to this post. I’ve wanted to write this post for awhile now but it’s a pretty touchy subject so I refrained BUT I can hold back no longer. You see I’ve been married for 18 years and for 18 years I have stored my wedding dress away underneath a bed. This bed that the dress fits under now belongs to my daughter which means that my dress is currently being stored in my daughter’s room. She’s thrilled as you can imagine.
After I got married, in a blind love state frame of mind I guess, I stupidly shipped my dress off to a company in Toronto to have it professionally cleaned and boxed up so it will last forever and ever. Ha! I thought my dress would come back to me in a nice little compact box. Instead the box that was returned to me is huge (its 38 inches by 25 inches).
The entire bust, puffy sleeves (I know what was I thinking with those puffy sleeves!) and part of the skirt were stuffed and shaped as if I was going to have it out on display somewhere in my home for the rest of my life. Can you imagine the box sitting open in the corner of my living room? Yikes!
I was so upset the first time I saw the box because I knew I’d made a super big mistake. Not only was I going to have to store this sucker somewhere but I couldn’t even take my dress out of its preservation to try on now and again if I wanted to. Not that I could ever fit into it again but that’s a whole other story that involves a really tiny waist and an eating disorder.
Plus to make a pathetic story even worse, my dress almost killed me. Okay that might be a slight exaggeration BUT when I bought my lovely dress I foolishly didn’t take into consideration how hot it would be in Hawaii where the wedding was to take place. Yes I got married in Maui and I almost passed out at my wedding thanks to this dress. My wedding dress with all its puffy sleeve glory and layers upon layers of hot hot hot (and not the sexy hot either) crinoline nearly suffocated me to death. Seriously I’m not making that up, it was ridiculous.
So as you can imagine this dress that nearly killed me and that I’ve now stored for 18 years irritates the heck out of me. It makes me mad in fact. Really mad. I’ve wanted to part ways with it for years but I’ve come to realize that this is frowned upon in most circles for a number of reasons including my daughter may want to wear it one day. Ha! My daughter is 16 and she has made it perfectly clear she wants nothing to do with this dress. Ever.
It’s not like me to care about what “society” says I should or shouldn’t do with these types of organizing dilemmas, after all I am a rebel! So why have I kept it this long and not donated it? Well for one, I would hate to subject someone else to those terribly puffy sleeves lol. Second maybe it’s the idea that it would be fun to have in on display at a big 40th wedding anniversary party thrown by our kids so they can go on and on about how ugly it is. That would be fun right? I think it just comes down to the fact that I’ve had the storage space for it and haven’t needed that particular space for anything else which would have made the decision to toss it really easy for me. It’s not taking up precious closet space either. Instead there it sits under the bed and as much as I try to pretend it isn’t there, it annoys me. It taunts me. It gets on my nerves.
I know better than that and I know what I want to do.
I just need to get up the courage to do it.
So let’s open up this friendly discussion shall we. Here are some questions to start us off:
- Do you still have your wedding dress and how long have you had it?
- Where and how do you store it?
- Why are you keeping it?
- If you parted ways with your dress, what did you do with it?
- Have you ever regretted getting rid of it?
Let’s talk about it!
To keep or not to keep your wedding dress? That is the question :)