Alison and I who have been married for quite some time now (Andy and I are in our 10th year of marriage) began discussing what we had done with our wedding dresses. Like many other responsible brides, Alison had hers dry cleaned and boxed up; she was fairly certain, but a little doubtful that it would still fit. Me? Well I had left mine at my mother's in Nova Scotia but had plans to bring it back when Andy and I travelled home after New Year. I knew mine still fit me because I've had it on more than once since 2004. No, I haven't exactly worn it, its just
When I mentioned that I was bringing the dress back to the UK and would likely have it cleaned and boxed up, not to be tried on again for possibly years, Tina suggested we should have a wedding dress party. Well to cut a long story short Alison and I loved the idea. Shake your head if you will. I completely understand if I've now lost you forever because you think I'm certifiably nuts and I'm sorry to see you go. What I'm not sorry for? That my friends and I decided to have a party to wear the one dress that has made us feel more beautiful than any other dress we own, the dress that we chose for the most important day of our lives. The one dress that made it all about us. A few other girls at work jumped on board with the idea (some quicker than others) however a few who wanted to partake couldn't (for a variety of reasons). Either way, we have been asked to do this again. Maybe we will, maybe we won't. Either way we had a grand old time parading around like a bunch of deluded brides. But we looked good and we felt great (especially for the two of us who have been married for years and can still fit into the dress, and yes it matters, if only a little bit).
Were we sadder than a particular trio of single girls who sat around in rented wedding dresses? I don't think so but you can be your own judge of that.
Because as a great friend of mine commented when she saw the photos: 'What girl doesn't want to wear that dress again?