See You Under Cellophane

I recently heard about a girl who was so sad after her wedding was over that she put on her dress again, did her hair and make-up and made her husband take glamour shots of her in their living room. I promise you this isn't that kind of post, but I was missing my wedding pretty bad last week, when on Thursday I decided it was time to drop my dress off to be preserved. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do this because I certainly don't plan on wearing it again but I felt that it did so many great things for me that it was only right I do the same for it. Taking it out of the guest room closet was tough so I moved it to the door where I could look at it for a few minutes (and take some photos). I remembered how I felt the second I put it on at a bridal store in AZ and how I thought it was the perfect one for me. We had some rough patches during alterations but all that was worth it when I walked down the aisle in style. 

The store I dropped it off at keeps it for several months and then ships it to me when they are finished. I'll only be able to peer at it again through a clear window on the box. This is my fond farewell...