Today I came across a man selling his ex-wife's wedding gown. Ebay Ex-wife's Gown
I nearly spit up my tuna salad reading his description and comments. Then it made me think of my wedding gown. I love my wedding gown. I mean I absolutely love my gown. If I was told to choose five things to take with me if my house was on fire, I'd take my hard drive, insurance/identity documents, lotion, car keys and my gown. [My obsession with lotion is so bad, I have a bottle of lotion in every room along with a bottle of chapstick.] NOTE: Honey, if you are reading this, I figured you and the kids have legs and can make your way out of the burning fire. If you were somehow incapacitated, I'd place you on top of my gown's protective box and drag you out. I promise. :-D
The only problem is you only get to wear it once. Which absolutely blows to high hell. I pulled out my old crinoline yesterday and thought about putting on my gown in the house just for shits and giggles. Then I pictured my husband coming home and looking at me like I'm a complete idiot and decided not to.
As women (and yes, I'm generalizing) we aspire for alot of things. The wedding gown is one of those aspirations. ok, marriage but ask any woman what's the first thing they want to do when they get engaged. The answer will always be, gown shopping. (Please don't go on a feminist rant. I don't want to disclaimer everything I say.) Now that I've attained the gown, with husband as the bonus, what do I do with it? (The gown, not the husband.)
Now some people I know have donated their gowns to charity. I'm not about to let go of 'my precious'. I hope to someday pass it on as an heirloom but until then, the little girl in me so desperately wants to put on my gown again and traipse around.
BTW, I've also thought about wearing it again at an anniversary party, but the idea of me wearing my gown on our 10th anniversary (I'll be 38) seems corny and cheesy. But if I can still fit into my gown, in the acclaimed words of Mel Brooks, "If ya got it, flaunt it!"