There are 3 facts that led to the saga of the deconstructed wedding dress: 1. I got married; 2. I got divorced; 3. I couldn’t sell or even give my wedding dress away- it only fit me!
On Monday night as I was packing up my linens (I’m moving ya’ll!). I came across my wedding dress. Although it is a very pretty dress, it wasn’t really my style. But I kept it even after the divorce so I could make pillows out of it (or whatever else I managed to come up with). In the mist of all the linens and the little boy running around I started to pull the seams out of my dress.
There was no liberating feeling. There was no sadness. There was only the pain I felt from poking myself with the seam ripper. At first I was only going to remove the outer most layer of my dress.
But then I didn’t want to waste the rest of the fabric. So I continued to poke myself as I ripped away at the seams for the better part of a hour.
I’m finished for now. My dress (minus the petticoat, I threw that away) is in 3 pieces on the floor of my bedroom. Any suggestions on what I should make out of it? My seam ripper is ready for action.