What to do with the wedding dress?
By: Charlotte Perkins
My wedding dress is turning 20 this summer. My teenage daughter, Stella, admires it longingly and tells me its back in style. Although I, too, love that dress I want to get rid of it. It has no future. I don’t want to save it for Stella to wear someday because of its bad joojoo, (karma). Her father and I have gone our separate ways.
Last week tried to rid my life of painful memories; I replaced our old family sofa with a prettier one, and I even gave away the kimono my ex-husband Julius brought me back from his first trip to Japan. But my wedding dress is hardest to part with.
The funny thing is I bought it in a hurry. Just like the marriage, I rushed into the decision lickety-split. In the summer of 1988 as Julius sat in the car in a no-parking zone I dashed into Kleinfeld Bridal to look around. That was when the store was still in Brooklyn. Even then, Kleinfeld was the go-to mecca for bridal gowns. Then I spotted “the dress” and it was perfect. A Grecian fantasy, with knotted -silk roses. In 15 minutes it was mine. Now it hangs in the front closet of my rental house. Unfortunately, it outlasted my marriage.
I’ve heard it’s all the rage these days among new brides to roll about in the mud in one’s dress after the wedding ceremony. While I find this outrageously wasteful, I admire the rebelliousness of it. What’s the difference really, rolling in mud or languishing in a front closet?
Perhaps, when more time passes, I’ll figure it out. Perhaps I will have it exorcised for bad joojoo and give it to my precious Stella after all. Until then, it will continue to hang in my closet.