the dress

When Bryan and I first started talking weddings, I loved the idea of wearing a family members wedding dress. We brought it up at dinner with my grandparents one night and grandma goes “I still have my wedding dress… I think it is in the bottom of a trunk somewhere…” Well, that week I went to my parents house and there, sitting on the piano stool, was this tiny box. The size of a medium sized nordstroms box. No way that was it. Yes, it was. We ran into my moms bedroom (we as in my mom and my sister and myself) so that Bryan wouldn’t see it on me. It was a little discolored, and didn’t have the hoop skirt thing that goes under it, but with that aside, it fit like a glove. Could this be my wedding dress? 

Maybe without the little jacket, and some cute peep toe pumps?  It is still an option. We need to get it cleaned and see if that helps.  Part of me wants a long gown with a train to match the formality of the church.  Later I will post some of the gowns I tried on.  As far as Bryan, he has decided on the look that Mr. Bill (what I called my grandfather all my life. I miss him.) went with. But probably with a tie…