What’s that you say? It’s not Thursday? I know it’s not Thursday, you goof! But, as you all well know, I am nothing if not an over-achiever! Or a medium-achiever. Okay, a so-so-achiever. But, if I don’t post on Wednesday night, then I don’t get it up until Thursday night and that’s just not cool. You need to see my vintage thingies for the full 24 hours.
Plus, I turn vintage myself tomorrow and I’m afraid that I will suddenly forget how to do things that 20-somethings know how to do – like use my computer.
This week I decided to bring you my mom’s wedding dress. Okay, not the actual dress so much as a picture of the dress. I have a very good reason for not having the dress anymore as you will see in a moment. At least you will if you stick around that long. As a side note, my folks will have been married for 32 years in January! I present to you, the dress in all it’s 1977 glory! (Don’t worry, my dad no longer wears blue suits and ruffled blouses. He does, however, still wear that same style cowboy boot! When you think about it though, it’s kind of hilarious to see an infantry veteran in a ruffled blouse – I wonder if my kid will get such a kick out of her parents’ wedding attire … )
I know that, by now, you are all wondering, “What’s the big mystery about the dress’s where-abouts?” Well, you see, after giving birth to 3 daughters who were all well over 9 1/2 pounds (I, myself, was 10 pounds and 10 ounces), my mother gave up all hope of any of her offspring actually fitting into her itsy bitsy teeny weeny wedding dress. We did something else special with it. A lady at our church took my mom’s wedding dress, cut it up, and made my daughter’s Christening gown. The seam in the skirt and the buttons are all from the original wedding dress. Shelby was baptised last December. I can’t believe how little she was! Time flies by so fast.
This is just a picture of me to prove that I did, eventually, grow out of my Amazon Baby stage. It was taken last month at my kid’s first birthday – before I turned vintage. And, yes, I’m a Rhinestone Cowboy! (Not really, but I know that’s what you’ll start singing when you see my shirt.)
Don’t my eyebrows look good? My neighbor plucks them for me.
If you want to see more good stuffies, you really oughtta bop on over to http://www.anapronaday.blogspot.com. Seriously. You should do that.