I‘VE still got my wedding dress folded up in a special box, that lives underneath my bed.
I dabbled with giving it to charity or perhaps dying it and shortening it so I could wear it again, but in the end I decided to keep it, just in case I ever had a daughter.
And guess what? I did.
Whilst I certainly don’t expect Elsie to want to wear my wedding dress if she ever does get married, I kept it because I thought she might perhaps like to try it on in years to come or just look at it.
Or that she may even be able to take some of the lace from my dress and use it for something, one day.
And if I was in any doubt that keeping it for my daughter wasn’t the right thing to do, this video confirms that I made the right choice.
Here are a lovely bunch of daughters trying on their mum’s wedding dress (and some priceless reactions).
YESTERDAY evening a friend of mine shared the most beautiful image with me on Facebook.
And as soon as I saw it, I shouted ‘yesss’! into the atmosphere and then I got a little teary eyed.
This was the post, that I saw.
Isn’t it just incredibly beautiful?
This note together with the most stunning vintage wedding dress was left at the St Gemma’s Hospice Shop in Garforth, Leeds and understandably, after receiving such an incredible, heartwarming response to it on social media, the Hospice are now desperately searching for the kind gentleman who donated the gown and wrote the note.
TODAY’S dress story, should probably come with a little warning.
Because it is emotional.
Emotional and incredibly beautiful, and will more than likely bring tears to your eyes.
But it is a dress story that needs to be told, because it offers something of greater value.
Because besides being beautiful, it also brings a little boy to your attention, Hugo, as well as his courageous Mummy, Leigh.
Leigh Kendall is someone whom I am honoured to call a friend.
Someone whom is using her own personal sorrow to transform the lives of others. Someone who is brave, honest and fearless on her own blog to help people come to terms with birth trauma, premature babies and parental grief.
It’s been a long time coming. Around two years in fact, since I came up with the idea for this blog.
But at last, after many musings, trials and tribulations, it is finally here! And yes, it feels amazing, if a little surreal.
To Dream Of Dressesis a new kind of style blog. A style blog with a difference. A style blog with soul.
As you’d expect, it is indeed a blog all about dresses.
Naturally, I want to celebrate the glamour and beauty of dresses and share with you the most dream-worthy of gowns.
But more importantly, I want to capture the emotions that dresses evoke in us. This is where the soul part comes in.
I want to share your stories, as well as my own, about the dresses that truly mean something to us. The ones we can’t bear to be parted from, the ones we can see our loved ones wearing, the ones we will never forget.
The dress is a powerful item and an incredibly emotive style piece. It is iconic – celebrating and championing our femininity more than than any other fashion item.
Long or short. Black or colourful. Embellished or plain.
Every dress – and every woman in it – has a story to tell, be that a secret, a memory or a lasting impression.