There was once a dress...
I bought it in anticipation of my wedding, nearly seven years ago now. It was stunning, and in perfect condition for vintage wear.
Upon fitting, I noticed that it was a bit too long; so I chose to have it hemmed. I was living in Charleston, SC, and really didn't know where to bring it. I made a decision, and it was a bad one. The tulle had jagged cut marks, and the lining was askew. It was in no condition for a wedding. Up into the closet it went, and I wed in a different gown.
I have carried that dress with me ever since, hoping for an opportunity to don its frothy layers. There have been times when it has fit, and other times when it was... snug (or impossible). This dress deserved at least one last twirl.
We photographed Heather's wedding two summers ago. Although she is more of a mermaid sort of girl...
Ever since her wedding, we have dreamed of working with her in a less formal setting. She signed up, and I threw the dress and crinoline in the car.
She emerged from the bathroom of the salon a vision in cotton candy pink. She threw on her boots for a modern look, and we took her out in the cold for a tromp around the swamp. She was quite the juxtaposition.
But as usual, the dress became a mere detail. Heather's porcelain skin, piercing eyes, and humble beauty stole every frame.
In the end, what a day my little dress had!