As I begin to write this I can already hear the gasps and outcries of brides everywhere at the suggestion of such an unthinkable, unimaginable and downright blasphemous idea.
I am proposing to cut up your wedding dresses.
On that note, let me give a small back story.
My parents were married in the summer of 1975 in an outdoor ceremony in Nowhereville, Illinois. My father played a John Denver song on his acoustic guitar as my mother walked down the aisle, a vision in white. One day I hope to have such a scene in my own wedding and to have a similar long, fulfilling marriage. After 37 years together, they stand by each other with loving support as if 1975 was yesterday.
In 1975 the prairie movement was in full swing. Like so many brides at the time, my mother wore a dress that could have doubled on the set of Little House on the Prairie: full sleeves, frilly lace from neck to waste, A-line skirt with small ruffles lining the edge, complete with a full lace cap for the veil. Besides the laughably trendy and very dated dress, my mother, at the tender age of 19, was a whopping 5’3, 110lb wet. In the 6th grade I was able to squeeze into my mother’s prom dress. That was the first and last time. My 5’7 150lb figure, although resembling my mother’s, is still of much greater size.
With the back story in place, I now propose the unthinkable: for brides to take out their wedding dresses, grab a pair of scissors and go to town on the precious. The wedding dress is not only an item most women spend a small fortune on, but it is the dress they were married in, the beautiful gown that they were radiant in and is as sacred as the rings they wear.
But let’s face it, ladies. How often will you see that dress? Do you even know where it is? A box? A closet? Stuffed away as storage? I will never use my mother’s dress. Not only could I not fit in it, but it is frankly very dated and not in a “classic” way (sorry, mum). When I was reading The Green Bride, I came across the suggestion of making a baby blanket out of your bridal gown, and it tugged at my heart. I am very sentimental to baby blankets as I still have mine and plan on giving it to my children. I would have loved to have my mother’s wedding dress as this item. It would have been even more special to me and to her. Instead, her dress is packed away in a box somewhere in their house collecting dust. Thirty-seven years after the wedding, life happened. The dress became less relevant.
I think I might still make a blanket out of my mother’s dress, adding my own dress to it as well. Maybe my children will add theirs’ too. The possibility of having a generational blanket of wedding dresses makes my eyes sparkle.
I am an extremely sentimental person, (hence I still have my own baby blanket… and I blush to admit it, it still gets used), so I can understand the thought of taking scissors to something as precious as your wedding gown is a little hard to swallow. Then again, think how much your children would value such an item. There are no guarantees they will want to wear your dress (sorry again, mum), and if they do there is a strong possibility they may cut it up to make their own anyway.
You were gifted a child - why not give your children something as beautiful as the dress in which you said ”I do” to their dad?