It’s my wrinkly wedding dress!
When we moved to Traer, we bought a house. Shortly thereafter we bought another house and moved within a year. Our first house was in turn purchased by my Mom who still lives in it. When we moved out, we inexplicably left my wedding dress behind, along with some other junk. She’s been working on reorganizing and decluttering and cleaning, and she finally forced me to remove my dress from her home.
Yes, I had a big giant bow on my butt.
Got a problem with that?
I’m thinking wholecloth quilt. The skirt is all plain shantung silk, the only lace is as the bottom. It’s not like I’m ever wearing it again (um…like it would even FIT ever again, no matter how much weight I lose…). And even though the boys say they aren’t ever getting married…they might…and it’s not like it would fit either one of them.
p.s. After sweating through yesterday’s game, we shivered through tonight — some spectators wore sweatshirts and several of us wished for long sleeves. Crazy June weather.