It reminds me of the story of my oldest sister's wedding dress.
That dress was bought down on the North Side at
Carlisle's the premier wedding shop of the day (in 1964)
As the eldest child, Connie was a bit spoiled and had the best of the best.
After the wedding her gown was cleaned and carefully packed away in tissue paper, presumably to be saved for her sisters or a future daughter.
Enter my trashy cousins.
They borrowed the dress, for at least three sister's weddings.
The dress was finally returned, wrinkled, torn lace, yellowed from cigarette smoke, with even a few holes burnt into the delicate tulle veil from their owl bridal cigarettes.
It was packed in a shopping bag and put into her attic, where in 1982 it was dragged out for me to try on. By then it looked like something one could purchase at your lovely bridal boutique. Once upon a time it was a nice dress.
My sister had a chimney fire in the 1990s and the dress was a casualty. I amend my story....then it was a true Once Upon a Time creation!
