Purging...I think I went too far!
Lee and I were married in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on May 31st, 1988. My mother bought my wedding dress. It was the second dress I saw. When I first laid eyes on it, I knew it was the one. Shiny white satin polyester. Big puffy, ruffled sleeves. A small and tasteful HOOP SKIRT! ( I did not think the hoop skirt through!! A bride can NOT go to the bathroom ALONE managing a HOOP SKIRT!! Sorry Jo-Jo) A train that buttoned up into a bustle. Perfect! I loved it!( Please remember, it was the ‘80s!! )
After the wedding, my mother offered to have my wedding dress cleaned and preserved. What an extravagance. I think that cost $75! Believe me, that was a lot of $$ for dry cleaning! So, I had my preserved wedding dress in a brown rectangular box, and I took it everywhere.
I took it to Waukegan, Illinois for two years. I took it back to Milwaukee for two years. I took it to Charleston, West Virginia for two and a half years. I took it to an apartment in Omaha, Nebraska for a year. I took it to our first house in Omaha for two more years. Then I took it to Iowa City, Iowa for sixteen years.
That dress had moved all over. It had been in hot attics, damp basements, dusty closets, and finally, in the crawl space above our garage in Iowa City. It was only slightly battered, considering all the moves it had made.
Lee and I did our first MAJOR down-sizing, moving from our four bedroom house in Iowa City, ( basement, garage, yard…) to a two bedroom condo in Milwaukee, in June of 2015. We went a little crazy with the purging! Many many trips to Goodwill and the city dump. We were being very pragmatic and thoughtful and practical about our purging. And then came the battered ,preserved, brown, rectangular box that contained my beautiful, classic, timeless wedding dress. ( ah, the ‘80s )
Oh, what to do, what to do? Being the totally practical gal that I am, (NOT!) I said…Dump it!! We loaded it in the van with a bunch of other things that we were taking to the dump. It was a very hot, humid and windy day. When we arrived, I thought, wait a minute, I haven’t seen this dress in 27 years. Let me take a look at it and say goodbye. I unboxed and unfurled. Shiny white satin polyester billowing in the odoriferous wind! And then I let it go, floating its’ way ( rather unceremoniously ) into a giant smelly dumpster. At that moment, I felt pretty proud of myself. So practical and pragmatic. Ooo, look at me, letting go of STUFF!
Back to the title of this blog post…I think I went too far! First of all, I SHOULD have taken it to Goodwill! It didn’t occur to me during my sweaty, crazed purge. ( I’m sorry about that ) I could have kept it for a few more years. Taking it to Milwaukee and then on to Pittsburgh. I could have worn it with my cowboy boots on laundry days! But not in Goldie. No room in Goldie.
That’s the tale of the purge that went too far.