Ok, I may have teased a bit. Not MY dress, but my mother’s dress will have to serve as your eyecandy for the day.
My mother, angel, saint, and hot lady that she is was married at the age of 20. The year was 1972 1974. She was fresh as a daisy and it was the 70’s. Gotta love the 70’s. This was wedding number 1 (of 2) and she was so very, very young. Very VERY young. With a teensy ribcage. TEENSIE TINY. Following her wedding, she promptly packed her dress away for the day, YES, that glorious day that her 32 year old daughter would decide to put it on:
and laugh.
I do apologize, it is actually very, very lovely. Abundant with lace (which you know I like;) and beading. Lots of Lace. LOTS of fabric. Poufy sleeves. And buttons too? I can’t breathe in this thing. Not to mention that it leaves absolutely, positively EVERYTHING to the imagination. I can’t lift my arms and is it hot in here? I feel dizzy. It is oh, so 1972.
You know what? I cherished this day in my grandmother’s home. Because not only was I with my most special of ladies sharing this special memory, it was right after this very moment that I tried on MY dress. There was a moment.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
For more pictures from the “trying on of Mrs. Rebecca’s dress” you can go see my flickr stuff HERE.
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