Mom and British Grandmother have decided I should sell my wedding dress. This dress is beautiful and only worn twice by me in the shop. I never even wore the final version since I called off the wedding right before the alterations were finished. It's been sitting in storage ever since.
This is a $1400 dress. It's perfect for the girl I was then, but I guess Mom's right. That dress is kind of dramatic and fit more for a princess than the practical girl I am now. If I get married it will probably be on a beach with no shoes on, not in some fancy gazebo with 200 people watching.
Still, it's a beautiful dress. I don't regret not getting to wear it, but it's hard to let go of something that came with that little girl dream of the big blue wedding.
That was my dream, anyway. Lots of blue. Even the cake was blue.
So that's what I'm doing tomorrow - taking one last look at the dress I never wore and handing it over to the people at the resale place to see what they can get for it.
2008: the year of moving on.
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