If there’s one dress of my mother’s that stands out in my mind during my childhood, it’s this one. I remember that when she wore it on the occasional Sunday I thought two things: Wow. She looks beautiful. And I was proud she was my mom. The second thought was: I’ll bet my dad thinks she’s really beautiful. He’s going to want to kiss her or something.
I asked her about it a couple years ago, but they were going through a move, and it was nowhere to be found. I had given up hope for it, and so was especially excited when she surprised me with it as my favorite birthday present this year.
It’s not a true refashion because I didn’t refashion anything. The dress is amazing as is, and all that waist detail stands as a beacon of 1990’s fashion and must be left alone. I simply made a few alterations in the length, and sleeves. My mom was a little more blessed in the chest area than I am currently, and so I had to take that area in as well. But that’s it. The integrity of this amazing dress can stand on it’s own two D-rings.
I’ve worn it twice now, and I felt lovely both times. I don’t think I can compare to my mom, but I guess I felt like my mom, so I felt like what I remember she looked like.
I wish wish wish I had a photo of my mom in the dress, and I will add one if anyone can find one (I KNOW there’s one of her somewhere), but until then a lesser cool before & after shot will have to suffice.