The oldest object in my home is my grandmother’s wedding dress.
My grandmother gave it to my mother before her wedding, and told her to pass it along to her daughter. It was such a gorgeous dress, with dozens of shining diamonds-like stones that sparkled like the stars in a moonlit night. It was too loose down from the stomach to the feet, with complete sleeves, and a narrow opening around the neck.
That dress easily tells of its own time, sixty years ago. Thus, looking at that dress is like looking back in time. Pictures of my mother’s wedding say that the dress was just made for her, as she was just a little thinner than my grandmother.
But I think it would never fit me, because it’s long and very loose. My figure is definitely not the same as my grandmother’s or even my mother’s, besides, it’s not my favorite type. I do like the dress, but wearing it on my wedding day would make me look not the bride but the wedding cake.
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February 19th, 2008 at 5:01 pm
So emotional .. yet so simple .. with an unmistakable sense of humor .. how could u do that ?
I could see the dress, feel the nostalgia and feel the sense of loss .. yet I could feel ur silent faith in the future .. whatever tomorrow shall bring .. u have those beautiful memories that u shall cherish forever …
Way to go Marwa
February 21st, 2008 at 2:24 pm
This is so nice Marwa and yes … me too would like a wedding cake in your grandma wedding dress
February 26th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
Marwa you are really talented I feel like I can see the dress great describing,I liked the end line “I do like the dress, but wearing it on my wedding day would make me look not the bride but the wedding cake” it’s sounds so funny keep going Marwa
March 16th, 2008 at 11:03 pm
yay! wedding cakes rock! (not not really)
nothing wrong with being the cake, would be a change!