Storytelling Sunday: The Mother's dress..........................

Welcome to another exciting (I hope ) edition of Story telling Sunday. If you have never seen an edition then hop over here to Sian's blog to read more. I you are here cos you have then welcome back and I will let my tale unfold.


Once upon a time there was a beautiful young maiden who was in love with a handsome young Merchant seaman. He had been away travelling but on his return he had popped the question and she had said ''Yes of course''.
She had been preparing herself for the big day and as she was a trained seamstress, she decided to make her own dress.

Conversation 47 years later between the mother and myself:

Me: Please can I get it out?
The Mother: No!
Me: Please Mum I really love to look at it (using extremely whining voice of young child).
The Mother: Well you can get it out if you put it back again.
Me: Of course. But why don't you want to see it?
The Mother: I don't know. It was just such a long time ago.

So there I am reaching up into the cupboard at the top of the stairs for that box which contains one the most beautiful things ever...........................my mum's wedding dress.

 My mum said the box was nothing special, just big enough to hold the dress after the big day.

The veil is just below shoulder length and was made up about 6 layers of material held together with a flower and pearl tiara which my mum said matched the pearl in the dress fabric and the buttons. This is a blurred in Picasa shot to take out the living room background.

 This is my arty shot of the veil.....................

 My mum says the buttons were handmade, she thought by someone else but she made all the little button loops you can see to the left of the picture.

 This is a closeup of the veil detailing which is spread out in small sprinkles across the veil

The mother was not keen to be photographed with the dress and she wishes it to be made very clear she wanted to iron the dress first but I said don't be daft. So yes it is a tad creased but beautiful non-the less for a 47 year old. She can't remember where the fabric or pattern came from but it is a lovely dress. The main thing she can remember is that she was cutting out the pattern pieces the night JFK was assassinated..............gruesome

Here are the mother and the father when they were courting. Aw bless they look sooooooooooo young.
I have hunted high and low for a picture of their wedding day but can't find one just now. When I do I will put it up show you how stunning she looked that day.