Sure enough, it really did. It's age, of course, but in this case, age smells like lobsters!
Fortunately not old lobsters. *shudder and gag*
So as she sat on my bed, holding her nose, she admired the dress. She loved the poofiness and puffed sleeves.
I told her the story of the dress...
When I studied in Scotland, Scott and I were already engaged. Just for the fun of it one day, I went to Laura Ashely with my friend, Kat, to try on wedding gowns. Naturally, the very first one I tried on was The. One.
Perfection in a gown. Ahhhhh... Soft white cotton brocade, cloth-covered buttons running down the back of the bodice, a full skirt and puffed sleeves. So simple. So elegant.
Buying it then was an impossibility. Number 1... I was a broke college student. Number 2... Shipping to the US would have put me in the whole till our fiftieth wedding anniversary. So I wrote down the dress style and left the shop in a cloud of romantic dreams.
Back in the States, I searched for the gown. The Laura Ashley stores no longer carried it. I was crushed. But one kind employee told me that one of their outlet stores might have one. So I called them all.
And I found one! And it was a fraction of the cost! Only one tiny issue remained... the dress was a size 18, just a touch too big for my size 4 body. I bought it anyway, figuring I'd have it tailored.
I had no idea of the challenge I'd face in finding a tailor willing to do it. The one I finally found? A mere 100 miles away. But she did it and it turned out beautifully. I managed to secure my dream dress after all.
This is me today.
This is me then. Our 15th anniversary is in three weeks. Holy cow!
As I was folding it back into the box, I said to the girls, "Maybe you two will want to wear it on your wedding days."
Emma, ever practical, replied, "Maybe. But only if I don't find something I like better."
So much for sentimentality. LOL