“Hey, Mom, guess what I found in the attic in our old house on 18th Street,” Roger called as he excitedly showed me my wedding dress. We had moved into that house in 1965 so it had been there thirty-five years. He found it when we sold the house near 2000.
The dress was long gone as far as I knew. I guess if I ever thought about it, I assumed that it had been left at my mother’s house where I knew my sister’s wedding dresses were kept for a while.
The home that my husband and I first lived in was an attic apartment with limited space. Then we bought a 28 foot trailer house. Still very limited space. But I still don’t understand a bride who would roll up her wedding dress and store it in a make-up kit similar to the one shown in the picture. The bottom of the kit it was in, was rotted. Considering that, the dress was in pretty good shape! It was rolled up like we used to roll dampened dresses before we ironed them. I definitely wasn’t into fancy wedding traditions and all that goes with that romantic event. 😀
I did love the dress, however, and I valued the time and skill my mom put into making it for me. I guess I did what I needed to do to keep it.
Now sixty-six years later, it hangs in my bedroom – and, thankfully, I still have the man that came with it. ♥♥♥
Thanks for the Sunday prompt “lost and found” by https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/17/sunday-writing-prompt-lost-and-found/