The other day I was browsing the belts. The belts are right next the racks of shoes. Slouched leather and worn soles, lined up on the shelves like soldiers, ready to go one more round. No belts catch my eye. I turn around and see a rack full of wedding dresses. I was surprised. These were beautiful dresses. Of course some of them were outdated, maybe worn back in 1985. But they were so exquisite. I don't know why it caught me off guard. I've been to enough D.I.'s to know that all kinds of things turn up at thrift stores. And why not wedding dresses?
I took a closer look at the dresses. Intricate beads and sequin details. Some had long lacy sleeves with hand sewn beads all around the bodice. Others had layers and layers of silk and satin material bunched up at the bottom of the plastic sleeve that held the dress on the rack. These dresses were once picked out with excitement. The details were once fawned over and shared with girlfriends and grandmothers. "Oh, look at those sleeves!" "What a beautiful back! You are going to look so beautiful tomorrow..."
So, what happened? How and why did these dresses end up at a thrift store? To me, my wedding dress means a wonderful day to me. The day I committed myself to one person, forever. I plan on keeping my dress, the same way I plan on keeping my vows. I want to cherish my dress and maybe someday give it to a daughter or maybe even a granddaughter who will be into vintage clothing. What happened to make these dresses unwanted? Was someone unfaithful? Were hearts broken before they got a chance to be worn? Were vows broken after they were worn? An excited new bride turned jilted lover? Or did "till death do us part" come too soon? Did that dress tucked away in the cedar chest become a painful reminder of a future that never came to pass?
All these thoughts ran through my head and I became, well emotional, for lack of a better word. I know I am a little over dramatic sometimes. My imagination tends to run on the wild side. Who sits in a thrift store and thinks of tragic scenarios to how items ended up there? But these dresses were just so...forgotten. I mean beautiful. I can't quite put my finger on what struck me enough to bring real moisture to my eyes. They just looked so out of place next to the used belts and worn shoes.