Category - Vintage

Daughters Try On Their Mum’s Wedding Dress – Would You?

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).

Enjoy! X


Imagine if every dress we bought came with a note…

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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.

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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.

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The dress I should have bought but didn’t. AKA – The dress that got away.

IT  was vintage, the dress that should have been mine.


And yellow.

A bright canary yellow as glorious as the sunshine it shone in, when it caught my eye.

Short, with layers upon layers of delicate fringing, it winked at me as I walked past it hanging from a shop door way and said: “I am yours. Come and buy me.”

And I nodded and whispered back, “I will later, I promise.

And I meant it too.

I did go back to the tiny vintage shop in Manchester, fully determined to walk away with the sexy, sassy showstopper. The party frock of my dreams.

With a spring in my step, I was so excited at the thought of wearing it on those hot magical kind of summer nights, dancing the hours away.

But I was too late.

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