fun with attic diving #2

Me attempting to vamp in my bridesmaid dress from the wedding of my college suitemate Heather.  (It was such an elegant wedding, as you can see!)  By the way, I took pics of me in these dresses there at my parents' house because I was not planning on bringing them home to CA with me.  I just don't have room for everything (isn't that what Grandma's attic is for? ; )  And this dress was tailored to fit my newly married form; it fit like a glove even then, and a little more like a sausage casing now. . . (Heather, if you come by and see this, I realized I don't have ANY pics from your wedding!  If you have any extra, I would love to have one!)

I know, it is kinda a shame that I was modeling these dresses in my no-makeup, hair-not-brushed-cleaning mode, but I took advantage of the one chance I had to get a record of them before we gave them away.  This dress was my Grandma Evah's (my mother's mother) wedding dress, when she married her second husband.  I was in college, Grandma had just reacquainted with a man she knew as a child, who was now a retired veterinary doctor.  We called him "Doc." Grandma  was a widow, he was a widower, they reconnected and then married.  He was a really nice man, and she was a beautiful bride on her wedding day.  I am the only family member who is near Grandma's size (my cousin Katie and I take after her the most, but Katie is a petite little thing, while I am almost exactly Grandma's height).  I felt so tender for that beautiful dress, and it was a really tangible reminder of Grandma, who I miss.  So I could not give it away without one photo record of me in it.

(And by the way, the shoulder pads on that dress were enormous--I felt so silly in them--and yet look at what an elegant structure overall. Neo-Victorian, now that I take a second look, which is of course my favorite!)