Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Tale Of The Travelling Wedding Dresses

This month's topic of Wedding Tales is so timely !  No, not because I'm getting married (again). I'm not. But because the current theme for a writing challenge I'm involved with is Wedding Dress so my mind has already been on all things white and lacy.

My own wedding dress was made by my mum, so held an extra special place in my heart. She was a dressmaker and I didn't even own a 'bought' dress until I was 18 and working. I was conscious of the fact that our budget wasn't great so I couldn't go overboard with fabric choice. I did pour over wedding magazines (so much a part of the excitement and anticipation of a wedding) and found gorgeous lace dress (think Grace Kelly and Kate Middleton) with long sleeves and a high neck. Detailed Guipiure lace (very trendy back in the 70s) was out of the question, but the simper lace we found was pretty and inexpensive. The dress in the mag had a really wide skirt and train and we just couldn't afford such magnificence, but the bodice had the look I wanted and I was thrilled with the result.

My home-made wedding dress fitted in perfectly with out home wedding reception in a small marquis in mum's back yard and catered for by a friend. Nothing grand or fancy, but personal and we were able to party late into the night rather than being ejected from a formal venue before midnight. she also made the bridesmaid's dresses and their posies were purple Bougainvillia from her garden.

As is the fate of most wedding dresses, mine was then packed away carefully with the thought that perhaps if I had a daughter, she might like to wear it or at least use it somehow. But before my daughter came along, I had the opportunity to decide whether to hold onto it, or give it to someone in need.

My heritage is Latvian and at the time (1980s) my parents' homeland was still under Russian rule. Life in Latvia was pretty grim with low wages and very little in the way of luxuries, let alone pretty fabric or modern wedding dresses. A friend of my mum's niece was getting married and didn't have the means or access to have something lovely to wear on her special day, so would I consider sending her mine?

I weighed up the options. I might have a daughter. She might or might not be interested in my wedding dress 20+ years into the future. The dress might or might not fit her. Even back then I wasn't someone who held huge sentimental value to 'things' (I have photos and memories) so it wasn't a difficult decision to make and my dress winged its way to Latvia where I knew at least one bride (but probably more) would enjoy wearing it.

There were some remnants of fabric left from my dress and my darling mum made me a very
lovely long-sleeved, v-neck blouse with a front and sleeve ruffle (it was the 80s remember!) from which I got a lot of wear. Also, when my daughter did eventually come along, there was another small remnant of my wedding dress which went into the yoke of her christening dress which mum also made.

Just as well I didn't hang onto my dress because 30+ years down the track, my daughter still hasn't walked down the aisle so the dress would still be languishing in the wardrobe - but I still have the christening dress so maybe she'll be able to make use of that. Maybe not as fancy as the royal family's heirloom christening robe, but a little piece of my special day that can stay in the family.

I haven't written an actual wedding into any of my romances, but I'm enjoying crafting some flash fiction for the writing challenge about another special wedding dress.

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7 comments:

Judith Ashley said...

The joy you sent to Latvia in the form of your wedding dress brings a tear to my eyes. So glad there were remnants that remained and remain in your life. Lovely story.

Sarah Raplee said...

My mother also made my wedding dress, combining two patterns to create the one i dreamed of. She was always a great seamstress, She made one of the bridesmaid's dresses as well. I treasure the memories of shopping with her for fabric and lace.

Beautiful post!

Lynn Lovegreen said...

What a lovely story, Andra. I'm sure the Latvian bride enjoyed your dress.

Carly Carson said...

I love your story, and your generosity in sharing something as special as a wedding dress with a stranger.
My MIL, an accomplished seamstress also, made me 2 maternity dresses that I loved, and she made my daughters formal dresses, plus a dress to match for a doll. They were beautiful and incredibly detailed, the inside as polished as the outside, and I've saved them because I can't throw them out. :)

Deb N said...

What a beautiful and sweet story. And so nice you ended up with two more pieces of clothing made by your mum out of the wedding dress material. As a writer, I could only imagine the joy (and the story) of the wedding of the woman in Latvia, and probably other weddings that followed in that lovely dress.

I did not make my own wedding dress, but did make a prom dress, a lovely red velvet dress for a Christmas dance (which I mentioned in a post last year), and my graduation dress. I'll have to search in the basement to see if the red dress is still there. I may have given it away. At this point I may only be able to fit one leg into the dress anyway :-)

Lovely post!

AmorinaRose said...

Such a lovely post, thank you.

Luanna Stewart said...

A lovely story! I can only imagine the joy of the Latvian bride who received your generous gift. My wedding dress hangs in my closet, dusted off occasionally, destined to remain worn-only-once since we have two boys, hehe.