I think we all have memories, sometimes tender, sometimes not, of a particular piece of clothing or accessory that evokes strong feelings and attachments. Like an old song, when you come across a photograph or are cleaning out a closest and come upon the item certain feelings come to light. I have a few that I would like to share.
We had gone to my grand parent’s house in Manitowoc, Wisconsin one summer when I was maybe 12 years old and somehow encouraged my grandmother to go in the attic and bring down my mothers wedding dress. Both she and my two aunts had worn the dress and I wanted to see it in person. The minute the box was opened I fell in love. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen and swore that I too would wear the dress.
Years later I was living in Washington, DC and became engaged. My mom encouraged me to go take a look at dresses as the selection was much better there versus in Madison. My best friend Gina and I shopped for two straight days and found nothing. There was not a single dress that compared to my mother’s. The dress was cleaned and altered and just perfect. I have it all preserved in my attic now and who knows, one of my girls may end up wearing it one day.
My first big high school dance was freshman year. I found a darling red dress that had spaghetti straps, was some sort of heavy nylon fabric and had three or four tiers of material giving it that 1920s flapper look. It was so comfortable and I just loved it. So on the night of the big dance I did my hair and makeup and was so excited about the dress. I made my big entrance down stairs before my date arrived and my parents and brother were in the den. Now keep in mind that my brother and I were very close. He is three years older than me and was very popular in school. I walked into the den feeling great and Mike turned to me and said, “My god, you look like a hooker”. I do not know whether it was the bright red color or all of the layers but I was devastated.
My next strong memory was a beautiful navy short dress I purchased in the early 1990’s. Ok, I know you have an image of it already and you are right. Big puffy sleeves, a tight bodice and then crinoline at the bottom just above my knees that went out like a hoop skirt. I wore it with high navy pumps and it was quite a dress. This past year our oldest daughter who was a sophomore at the University of Georgia and in a sorority asked to see some of my old clothes. They have many theme “date nights” and she wanted to see if there was anything she could take back with her. Now I am not a sentimental person and I love to pitch things that I no longer use but I really liked that dress and have kept it.
Once she could compose herself and stop laughing she asked if she could take the dress back to school with her. I was annoyed by her reaction but let her take the dress. It continued to get a lot of laughs the night she went to wear it to a “90’s” date night but I did get my revenge when she went to get into her car and sat down only to find the entire bottom half of the skirt in her face and crinoline all around her. Driving was definitely a challenge that evening.
My last apparel memory involves a sequined number I also bought in the “90’s” ( I promise I do have pretty good taste in clothes, it was just the ‘90’s”). Leopard prints had just become popular and I found this great dress at Neiman Marcus. It was short and quite form fitting. The woman who helped me also found a pair of dangly leopard crystal earrings that matched the dress to perfection. We had a formal business weekend at the Homestead Resort in Hot Springs, Virginia and it was going to be just right.
I did not eat for weeks before hand, well not really, to make sure that the dress would fit just right. My husband had not seen the dress before and I think was a bit taken back. It was a little loud. As we walked into the main ball room one of our very good friends took a look at me and said, “That is not a dress that is a weapon”. It was a fun outfit to wear and brought about quite a lot of comments.
We all make mistakes when it comes to buying what works for us, what fits properly and what is trendy at the time but some things, even though we wouldn’t ever be caught dead in them again, where appropriate at the time and some things like my wedding dress will always be in style and elegant.
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