Thursday, January 30, 2014

Goodbye to the Dress

Tomorrow, I'm donating my blue satin dress to a plus-size prom goer at my high school Alma Mater.

Farewell dear, blue dress.

I was one of two matrons-of-honor in my cousin's wedding line. I was so honored to be a part of it. She was supposed to be in my wedding line when I got married the first time around but she couldn't make it out to Hawai'i. The second marriage -- the short story is that I was with her when I decided to elope. I cherish that decision to be there in St. Louis, Missouri trying to figure out my life. I was so lost at that time and I walked in a direction and cherish the decision I made. This is what the blue dress reminds me of.
 

So if you take a look at the picture above and the picture below, you will notice that there are two different hairstyles. Anyway,  prior to my arrival in Columbus, Georgia, where my cousin exchanged nuptials with the love of her life, the other matron of honor set up a hair appointment for me. I went to the salon with all kinda product in my hair, thinking I was gonna get a wash, blow-out, and style. That was not the case when I got there. The stylist said that whoever made the appointment only booked a 15 minute appointment. I let her curl my hair even though I thought it looked hideous but I was out of time. My make up was on so I couldn't wash my hair and re-do it the way I would normally fix it. Anyway, I probably had like 4 or 5 different hairstyles over the course of the day. Handsome in his pin-stripe suit, me in my blue gown -- we make quite a pair. This is what the blue dress reminds me of.


Her color is blue. She has always loved that color. I recall one of her prom dresses being a lovely, royal blue. It's only natural that she would select blue as the feature color for her wedding. I have to say that I am glad that I had the chiffon bolero because I had awful tan lines from my halter swim suit. You can kind of see it in the pic above. The wedding was in the middle of summer. Summer in Hawai'i means beach activities everyday, thus the tan lines. The pic below is probably my favorite of alll the millions of pictures we took that day. Husband quickly snapped this shot of us immediately after the cutting of the cake. This is what the blue dress reminds me of.  


The wedding party was made up of some fabulous, very successful women. I am grateful to have been a part of the festivities. My only wish is that we had more time together to bond and do stuff. I can't recall if we even had a bridal shower for the bride. That makes me sad right now, thinking that we skipped over that important part of western wedding ceremony. This is what the blue dress reminds me of.



I bid farewell to this dress and hope that the next girl who wears it will make memories in it that will last her a lifetime.

Farewell dear, blue dress.