I don't know if has been all the royal wedding talk going on or the pestering from the daughter to see "my dress" or even the continual desire to try and declutter corners of our home, that brought about climbing up to my top wardrobe shelf and hauling down a large box.
Inside revealed five very carefully wrapped and stored dresses that tell a story ofdifferent times in my life.....
This one was my Year Twelve Ball Gown.(accompanied by my hubbie of now nearly 23 years)...this was before the days of planning all year and spending a fortune...no - my mum made my dress and it was adorned with synthetic flowers
So began my brush with Taffeta...
My Bridesmaids dresses at our wedding ....
not sure why I have one of the three that were made again by mum.
Pink taffeta...big puffy sleeves- my sisters just adored me for this!!!
My Wedding Dress.
Handmade by a dressmaker friend that charged me a whole $50. The material (taffeta)and lace , beads and buttons cost me $300.
This was fitting for the 3rd year Uni student budget I was on .
I felt right at home in my own fairytale.....
My Sister in laws wedding.
I was Bridesmaid
My own sisters wedding.
She decided on a two piece suit...really lovely to wear although the plan of being able to wear it again never really did happen.
Mum also made this one. It is a very pale blue silk taffeta.
We had a laugh as they came out of the box...mainly at my expense that there was no way any of them were going to fit on me now..was I really that tiny waisted ever????.
My ball dress was not a bad fit for my 12 year old...thinking we might keep that one for a revamped ball dress sometime in the next few years!
What to do with the rest...I just spoke with one of my sisters and she was sad about my plan to donate them to the Goodwill store.....maybe they just need to be repacked and stored away until the decluttering attack strikes again.