After hemming and hawing about what to do with my wedding dress for years, I have finally come to a decision.
There were so many choices! One friend gave hers to a charity who auctioned them to benefit women with cancer hoping to grant wishes. Other friends gave theirs to charities that give them to women in need. Still others gave them to a local tailor who transforms the gowns into burial gowns for premies and babies who don’t make it home from the NICU.
Each organization that touched my heart was unfortunately (or fortunately?) maxed out: everyone was overrun with gowns donated by women eager to repurpose their dresses in this way. Or else my dress was too old to meet their guidelines.
So! I came to a decision.
I found a tailor who will make kippot for my boys to maybe wear at their own weddings, and at least for them to wear at special occasions. When she came to my house to gather the dress, bedecked in a Welcome to the Night Vale t-shirt so I knew she’d be cool, she suggested making some pocket squares for the boys, too. Perfect!
I’ll never have a daughter who wants to wear my wedding dress, but I have 3 sons who now have fancy pocket squares and yarmulke to mark special occasions.
I’ve been so busy with the houses and their construction projects that I didn’t even take time to have a sentimental farewell to the dress. I didn’t attempt to put it on again, because I know it won’t come anywhere close to closing. I didn’t hold it against my chest and twirl. I just sort of pried it out of the preservation box in between pumping for my baby and sending off some grant research.
That’s where I am right now: I don’t have time to wax nostalgic about a dress I’m transforming into a nostalgic keepsake. And that’s ok.
The goods are supposed to be done next week. I’m so excited to see what she creates.