Posted by Jenny, the bloggess
This weekend I was at a vintage shop in Galveston and in an old armoire I saw a glimmer of satin. I'm a whore for satin. I started to pull it out and out came more and more and more champagne colored satin, with small bits of lace and pearls. It was a wedding dress. A 1940's...30 pound...slightly decomposing...wedding dress. The shopkeeper absentmindedly named her price. Forty dollars.
My husband and I looked at each other with wide eyes and stage-whispered "FORTY DOLLARS!" to each other except that he meant it like "Holy shit, can you believe she thinks anyone would spend $40 on this moldy wedding dress?" and I said it like "Holy shit, can you believe anyone would let this go for only $40?" We fought about it for about 15 minutes before I finally realized he was an idiot as far as vintage wedding dresses were concerned and handed the shopgirl my credit card. Every time I open the closet I see the dress and smile, wondering who wore such a beautiful gown. Every time Victor opens the closet he looks at this giant wedding dress and grunts passive-aggressively while giving me the stink-eye.
I may have to wear it to my second wedding.