She said, she said: Why I sold my wedding dress
Dalia's turn: It's no secret that I've been trying to unload my wedding dress since I tied the knot nearly two years ago. After unsuccessful attempts to sell the gown in a consignment shop and on Craigslist, yesterday someone finally said yes to the dress! A friend of a friend named LaShonda, who is getting married in May, came to my house, tried on the gown, loved it and wrote me a check for my asking price, $250.
Over lunch this week, when I shared news of the transaction with the other Deal Divas, Nicole nearly choked on her salad. "WHY?!" she gasped.
So for Nicole and all the other haters out there, here are seven reasons why I said "I do" to selling my gown.
1. I'll never wear it again. Hubby and I are happily married. Even if we renew our vows one day, there's no way I'll shimmy into the same gown I wore down the aisle at age 25. Why compete with your younger self? (And for those of you who think remarriage may be in your future, you wouldn't really wear the same gown twice, would you?)
2. My daughter won't wear it, either. My mom's dress was hideously out of style by the time I tied the knot. So as beautiful as mine seemed in 2008, I'm sure my 10-year-old step-daughter (or any future daughters I may birth) will consider it an abomination by the time she weds.
3. I'm plenty sentimental. I have video and a gazillion pictures of myself in the dress from every angle, and they're much easier to store and display than the real thing. Then there are the cards, journals, ticket stubs and old e-mails I have documenting our relationship. I even photocopied the check I earned for selling the dress.
4. Why live in the past? The wedding was fun, but it was only one day of our lives. Hubby and I can use the $250 to create new memories. Maybe we'll splurge on a fancy dinner or take a weekend getaway.
5. I was sitting on a goldmine. Okay, so $250 isn't exactly enough for me to give my boss the finger and jet off to San Tropez. But at least it's something. My gown was on sale for $500 at David's Bridal. On top of that I paid about $100 for alterations and another $125 to have it cleaned after my big day. We've talked about how we're unwilling to pay big bucks for jeans, but at least those are versatile. And I know, I know -- you can't put a price on love. But a wedding dress isn't love. It's fabric.
6. I want the space. Anti-clutter guru Peter Walsh says that if something is truly important to you, then you'll give it a place of honor. For nearly two years, my gown has been stuffed into a closet with a vacuum cleaner and Christmas decorations.
7. It has a great new home. I admit, when LaShonda stepped into the gown, I thought, This is actually happening and began to have second thoughts. But then I saw the way she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "I feel like a princess," she kept saying as I laced up the back. She called her friends to tell them she'd found The One. She called her tailor to ask about getting it hemmed. She was as happy as -- well, a bride -- and I was happy for her. My dress would never have brought anyone that much joy just hanging out in my closet with the vacuum. By this time next year, LaShonda will have her own photo album full of memories in the dress. So if anyone plans on tying the knot in the fall of 2010, I know where you can get a great deal on your gown...
Nicole's turn: "Why!?" I exclaimed when she told us the news.
Yes, Deal Diva Dalia is correct when she said I choked on my salad when she told me she sold her wedding dress. For me parting with my wedding dress would be like giving my dog away. Sure, it would make my life easier, but it would be horribly painful.
I'll admit, my situation is a tad different. My seamstress aunt made my wedding dress, as she has for all the young women in my family for their big day. We designed it together, picked out the ivory poire de soir fabric and rhinestone buttons. I stayed up all night with her as she made the pattern. Through the process my aunt gave me morsels of wisdom about marriage and life. So in the end, the dress was more than something I wore on my wedding day, it was symbolic of my rites of passage from a single girl to a wife.
Will my daughter want to wear the dress when she gets older? Perhaps not. I mean she doesn't exist yet, so of course we don't have an answer to such things. But I do want to give her the option. And if she doesn't maybe my niece will or who knows...a future daughter-in-law perhaps?
The point is in this world people don't put a lot of time into much. And ritual and tradition are about as rare as a 5 year celebrity marriage. So, for me, the hassle of storing my dress on a bust in my closet until a worthy cause arises is a small duty.
Deal Divas Dalia & Nicole