I’ve mentioned before that my wedding dress is stuffed into a trunk in our bedroom. Not lovingly treated and packaged in a special box as my mother’s is. Stuffed in a trunk.
As a very new, very amateur seamstress, I keep thinking of ways I might do with it…a skirt? Too fancy. An evening handbag? It’s the mountains…even a date night with my husband at a nice restaurant means breaking out nothing nicer than the “good” jeans. So far the only real possibility seems to be saving it until the day my daughter reaches elementary school and needs a dance costume.