She once told me, that the perfect wedding dress for any woman was one that was worn on its special day and passed down to someone that was loved by the wearer of it previously. She didn’t know if it was a word or not, but she said it was the passing down of a preloved wedding dress. Sometimes they had been passed down through many generations and that she wanted to pass down her wedding dress to me.
I hugged her and told her that I don’t know if she noticed but I am 5’9” and she was only 5’1”. I got my height from my father who clocked in at a solid 6’4” tall. She said that that wasn’t a problem at all, that the dress never fit the exactly the same on each woman who had worn it over the years and that all that was required was a good seamstress with hands that knew their job well.
The next day she had made and appointment to see a seamstress in town and it just so happened to be the daughter of the seamstress that had done the old family dress for her when she needed to have it fitted. She said that my grandmother was a little more round than she was in the middle and she had needed it taken in at the waist. Well the dress fit perfect except it came up to my ankles. The seamstress said that was not a problem at all and to come back in a week.
We came back for the dress in a week and it fit perfectly. It floated over the floor as I moved. My mom and I both cried and I felt special to be in the dress she once wore.