Sunday Self #8


 I pulled my wedding dress out of the closet today.

It's trashed from our wedding day, we danced and celebrated to point of pulling out the French bustle in the back. Oh well. I would not have changed a thing - it was one of the best days of my life.

This December will be 10 years later and I never got the silly dress cleaned and smashed into a little white box to sit for 30+ years in the back a closet or something just to give it away to the Goodwill. Recently I actually thought about doing a "trash the dress" photo shot for our 10th anniversary down at the beach. Get the dang, dirty dress all wet and sandy... But alas, the dress doesn't really fit me anymore.

I could be sad over that fact. But seriously why? It's just a dress. It represents one day and we now have a decade of wonderful memories we share.

That photoshoot at the beach...yeah, well I don't like being in front of the camera anyway.

2 comments:

Tracey said...

My dress has hung in my mom's sewing room closet for the last 13 years! I always feel guilty that I haven't had it professionally cleaned--seeing that my mom made it an all. :) I loved that dress.
Thanks for the beautiful verse...love Isaiah's words.
Oh, and your pictures is beautiful too. :)

Izzy 'N Emmy said...

Love this capture, it's beautiful!

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