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Sunday, 28 June 2009

jurk_mama2.jpgIt's thirty-six years ago that I was created. By the mother of the bride: she spent some hours sewing me together. But then came the Big Day, a hot Saturday in June. I remember it like it was last week. She put me on and her green eyes lit up like candles. That was only the start of what became the best day in my life. Whoever saw her, smiled in admiration. She was a beautiful bride with her red curls and elegant walk. I was proud to make her a princess that day.

Later that week she gave me a last dreamy look and then put me in a suitcase. A brown smelly suitcase that she hid under their bed. At that time I had no idea I would not play a role in her life for so long.

It's only a month ago I saw her face again. The same sparkling eyes and red curls, now charmed by grey shades. She drove me to another house and hang me in a room full of other dresses. Not white, long ones, but in all colors and shapes. It was great, for the first time in my life I had company. The man in the house was the one making the dresses, he spent hours with us in that room. Bent over a sewing machine, not one I was created on, but a modern one, he sat there day and night. And if he wasn't sewing, he drew on pieces of paper. In awe, I saw those silhouettes turning into three dimensional treasures. Amongst those glamorous colleagues, I felt insecure about my looks. At first I wasn't sure if he liked me, he only glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. But then one day he picked me up and started examining me. I felt safe in his hands and secure about the future.

Last week, she suddenly came in. And she wasn't alone, another woman was with her. Immediately I knew it was her daughter, similar red curls and just as slim. The younger woman put me on and gave me a déjà-vu of that one special day, thirty-six years ago. The man and the women talked for two hours and I was the center of their attention. Suddenly I forgot about all that time in the suitcase, I felt reborn. After the women had left, the man looked at me differently. He worked with me for three days, showing me a new side of myself. Now I'm back at her house, hanging in the bedroom like four decades ago. She smiles at me and I know: the Big Day is approaching.

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written by bacupp, July 12, 2009
Love it!
written by Melissa Paschall, July 17, 2009
Awww... what a sweet story! I'm glad you and your dress will both have a Big Day soon!

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