Trash The Dress!
August 30th, 2007
“Go ahead, you know you want to. Trash it. Get it dirty. Get it wet. Roll around in the mud. Drench it in the ocean. Totally trash it.
Why? … Why not? You’ve made a commitment to your husband. He’s your one and only true love, right? Then you’ll never need the dress again. And no, your daughter won’t wear it in 20-30 years. So you have two choices:
1) Suffocate it in plastic and throw it in a closet
2) Show your husband how committed you are by trashing the dress, and get some great fun pictures while you do it!”
Tempting. So incredibly tempting.
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You know what..someone gave me advice along that line when I got married two summers ago….it was my seamstress…I was worried about the dress being too long (I hummed and hawed about shortening it to ankle length because our wedding was outside)…when all of a sudden she said…
“Its YOUR wedding…its YOUR dress….wear the shit out of it…if it gets dirty on the bottom WHO CARES….its YOUR dress….its YOUR day….”
I didn’t hem the dress…and yes, there are small grass stains on the bottom….and when I look at the dress (which is still in my closet..I haven’t been able to bring myself to box it up yet)…it makes me smile.
Unfortunately, I am the daughter who wore her mother’s dress. Now it’s all wadded into a closet where it will probably remain for the rest of my life.
This is how you trash a dress. I only wish Julia and I could photograph that well.
I just … don’t know if I could do it. *is a freak*