The dress shopping is finished! At least for the wedding day. Rehearsal dinner dresses yet to be selected. I promise a Mother of the Bride dress update soon.
Until then, in honor of the wedding shopping adventures of mothers and daughters everywhere, a poem, written by me:
What a time
To be a mom.
What a time
To love a dress.
Her dress,
My dress,
We chose them both
Together.
Just like playing dress ups
Together,
What a time,
Not so many years ago.
Photos: Laura posing in my wedding dress with kitty Edmund as the groom. And Laura and I celebrating a time when small prints must have been in vogue, about twenty (yikes!) years go.
Friend For The Ride 
love the pictures and the poem!
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Thanks! I appreciate your writerly compliment!
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What great pictures; I wish those small prints would come back into vogue.
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Me too. I loved those prints and dresses like the one I’m wearing that were so comfortable.
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So exciting!! And which lovely cat is that? Edmund?
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Yep. That’s Eddie as a younger cat.
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Aww, makes me wistful. Sweet pictures and poem.
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Thanks!
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Perfect! I so remember matching Laura Ashley dresses with Jess!
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Ah. I feel so bad we never had them. They were so expensive but now I wish I had!
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So sweet- the photos and poem! Love your dress and her in it.
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Thanks!
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This morning’s post was the BEST. I love seeing your daughter in your dress. I remember dressing up in my mother’s wedding dress and veil–until they were in tatters (my cat was my groom and, well, he was not so tolerant as your lovely ginger tom). I don’t know why my mother allowed me to be so free with her dress but those happy memories are still with me even though my mother is now gone.
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Thanks so much. It was the trend back them to have them “preserved” but I never did, as I knew I wanted to be able to try mine on and let any future girls try it on too. Sounds like you had a fun mom!
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Wonderful poem and pictures! Love that you allowed your daughter to play dress-up in your wedding dress. I agree with Irene, too. Perhaps it’s the memories that count the most… not the integrity of the dress, or what’s left of it once it has been played in. That picture is priceless. Oh, and I love the print dresses. So fun! Thanks for sharing, Barbara.
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Thanks so much, Patti. Don’t remember the day but the photo sure is a fun one.
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Awww..Edmund:( Fun poem – time for rehearsal and accessory shopping!
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Yep. Lisa says I need sapphire earrings to match my dress!
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Beautiful! Our mother used to let us play with her wedding dress too–though sadly, I have no pictures of that. Love your poem!
Karen
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I’m not sure my mom let me play in mine. When she finally brought it out, the waist was so tiny, I couldn’t begin to put it on.
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