This week Cindy sent me a link to an article for Friday’s Favourites. It is an article about what to do with your old wedding dress. Cindy had written a post about this subject back in 2010 so I thought I would share that with you today to get you thinking about the subject ahead of Friday.
I have to admit I still have my wedding dress which I onlyÂ retrievedÂ from my mother-in-law’s house last year. I tried it on at the time but of course it didn’t fit as our wedding was 26 years ago. I am glad to say that it did however come close to fitting. It really is time that I figured out what to do with it. So, on the strength of these two articles, I took the drastic step of putting it in the washing machine today on a gentle cycle in an attempt to clean the yellowed marks off of it. I am working on the idea that it will either come clean, stay stained rendering it useless to donate to charity or washing will destroy it and my problem of what to do with it will be solved. I will let you know on Friday the result of that endeavour.
For now please enjoy this post from the archives.
A guest post by:Â Cindy Bogard
Colleen asked me to write another guest post, and I was not filled with inspiration, so I polled my friends: What would you like to read about? Sentimental clutter was the most popular answer, and one that Colleen has tackled numerous times. But there was also a challenge, specifically the sentimental clutter of The Wedding Dress, big, bulky, and probably never to be worn again. What to do with The Dress?
So I polled my friends again: What did you do with your dress? The unanimous answer â€“Â I still have itor once,Â my parent has it.
I have mine, which I still think is beautiful 13 years later. Itâ€™s hermetically sealed in a gigantic box and is in the top of one of the closets. This particular shelf is rather hard to reach, so the only things that would ever be placed on it are long-term storage items. I have enough storage room in the house, so it stays. Ironically, I do not enjoy looking at it. There is a big oval on the top of the box, and the dress is laid out beautifully, but something about it reminds me of looking into a coffin, so it kind of creeps me out. Weird, I know. However, since I told my daughters I was going to write this post, theyâ€™ve been clamoring to see my dress, so I am vowing here, before all of you, that I will pull it out and actually look at it soon.
While we like to think that our dress will be worn by a relative, most likely only a piece of it, such as the veil will make a second trip down the aisle. Accepting this notion, some women have cut up their dresses and given them new life as christening gowns or flower girl dresses. One woman I found on the Internet lets her children play dress up with it. I wouldnâ€™t even let my children play dress up with the cocktail dress that I wore to my first wedding, so I know thereâ€™s no chance of them prancing around in the traditional gown I wore when I married their father.
In addition to keeping the dress, there are a couple of other possibilities for it. The first, of course, is to sell it. However, this needs to be done in the first couple of years, because no matter how classic we believe our dress is, styles change, and it likely wonâ€™t be sellable after 4 or 5 years.
The other option is to donate it. That I was able to discover, there is only one nation-wide charity in the U.S. that takes wedding dresses,Â Brides Against Breast Cancer (www.bridesagainstbreastcancer.org), but even they wonâ€™t take gowns older than 2005.
But back to keeping the dress. I thought my girlfriends had interesting things to say about their gowns and their choices:
One of my friends despises her dress, but she still wonâ€™t part with it. Hereâ€™s what she wrote:Â Anyway, I have dragged the dress across the country four times. But I never throw it out because itâ€™s a piece of history, if you will: a tangible remnant of my past that the kids can explore or chuck. So far my daughter agrees with me that the dress is pretty putrid. But she always says that sheâ€™d like to use parts of it for her gown. So who knows? Maybe butt bows will come back in style â€” and if they do, Iâ€™m ready!
Initially, this friendâ€™s dress was saved by her mother, who later mailed it to her. I think it speaks to the feeling of intrinsic importance that we place on our gowns:Â By â€œmailedâ€ Iâ€™m being literal: She just slapped some stamps on the hermetically sealed boxes â€“no wrapping, no insurance, no anything!â€“ and sent â€˜em US Mail. When they arrived, our mail carrier â€“who was a womanâ€“ knocked on our door and proceeded to berate me for 15-minutes about the â€œirresponsibility of sending something as precious as a wedding gownâ€ in such a manner.
Another friend said:Â My husband wanted to know why I was keeping it recently and I didnâ€™t have a very good answer. It seemed like bad luck to get rid of it or something.
This friendâ€™s husband is with the U.S. State Department, and they move around the world every two years. While she did not keep her dress, her father cannot part with it, and it lives at his house. (And, as you will read, sheâ€™s a natural declutterer):Â So interesting that everyone who answered has kept their wedding dresses! Iâ€™m surprised. Maybe because I move so often, I just canâ€™t keep stuff. I cried the day we had to sell my grand piano, and I think that was the day I learned not to develop an emotional connection to â€œthings.â€ I havenâ€™t looked back since, and now I am queen of â€œget rid of.â€ The only things I would hate to lose are my scrapbooks. In contrast, everything my parents purchased was to last a lifetime (actually several generationsâ€™ lifetimes). I think it may be something about thatÂ generation, or perhaps growing up in the Depression. I now canâ€™t imagine living that way, with all that stuff piling up!
In the end, though, I think this friend said it best:Â Every so often I think I should sell it just to make space but you know, Iâ€™ve got SO MANY worthless things that could be gotten rid of, I am keeping the dress.
Well said! â€“ Declutter what is not precious, so you have room to save what is.
Today’s Mini Mission
Declutter an item of clothing that no longer fits but you have kept just in case you return to that size.
It matters not how fast I go, I hurry faster when Iâ€™m slow