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Thursday, May 22, 2008

On the Way to a Wedding Dress – Part 3


Here are some more wedding dress stories by friends (in this case, authors and artists) who were gracious enough to share.

The first story comes from Christina Wantz Fixemer:

In 1949, my grandmother saved her pennies for the white satin gown that featured a cathedral-length train. My mother wore it in 1971, followed by my aunt, then one of their cousins. The gown rested a final generation until 1999, when I was the last bride to wear it, by then a lovely cream tone that whispered of shared tradition.

Had I grown a mere half-inch taller, it would not have worked. The hem was let down the entire length, the fine tulle neckline replaced, and a bustle created for the weighty train. The other brides all carried the train over their elbow when not walking the aisle. At my reception, the bustle proved too much and cause brittle threads to snap at the waistline. Whether she was trying to spare me the guilty tears that lingered on my lashes, or because she truly didn't mind, she resolved the situation with a simple statement and a laugh: "If I was a fifty-year-old thread, I'd give way, too!"

The gown will not be worn again, as there would have to be too much work done to it, and because my grandmother went to a better place on December 26, 2004.

~Christina

Christina Wantz Fixemer
http://www.wantzuponatime.com/
http://www.mjtwain.com/

Bio: I'm a SAHM, artist, book reviewer, and aspiring writer of paranormal romance and fantasy. My nom de plume will be MJ Twain in honor of my children--Zoe Morgan and Daniel Jay--and Samuel Clemons, a distant cousin.




And the next is from Denise Swanson, bestselling author of the Scumble River mysteries:


I was engaged for just under two years so I had a long time to think about my wedding dress. I was a big Scarlett O'Hara fan (in more ways than one) and wanted a dress that would look as if I was walking down the grand staircase at Tara. On the positive side, I had the money. When my grandfather passed away he left me $500 for a wedding dress. On the not so positive side, Scarlett was probably a size 4--I was not. I was also a fan of hats back in those days (1980) so instead of the traditional veil, I chose a hat. I now look back at the pictures and think, Oh, my heavens! I ended up looking as if Scarlett had gained fifty pounds, put on her best dress, and decided to go for a horseback ride. Which only proves that I was way too young and stupid to get married. Luckily, at least I picked the right man. We celebrated our 28th anniversary this January.

Denise Swanson http://www.deniseswanson.com/
MURDER OF A CHOCOLATE-COVERED CHERRY

Thank you, Christina and Denise for sharing your stories with us.

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4 Comments:

Blogger CrystalGB said...

What great stories. :)

May 22, 2008 at 5:50 AM  
Blogger Linda Goodnight said...

Christine, I so wish we could have seen a photo of that beautiful heirloom dress. I just love the idea of connecting generations of women that way.

And Denise, you made me laugh. What a cute story! I'm sure you're looked beautiful, hat and all!!

May 22, 2008 at 6:30 AM  
Blogger Brandy said...

Ooh, the heirloom dress story brought a smile to my lips. Your dress was lovely not just for who was wearing it, or wore it, but of the love it endured.
And the Scarlett Dress? Oh, my. *G* It sounds as though it worked for you!

May 22, 2008 at 12:44 PM  
Blogger Virginia said...

Oh how sweet to pass a dress down for so many years. You should have been very proud to get to wear your grandmothers dress. Yes thread does get old after so many years.

The Scarlett dress was so pretty. I always loved Scarlett too.

May 22, 2008 at 3:35 PM  

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