I’ve saved both my wedding dresses. Why is unclear. In my present body, I would definitely not fit in one of them and probably not in the other. My mom has hers, too.
They’re not useful. Given my attitude about cleaning up and clearing out, the rational thing to do would be to give them away.
One dress has bittersweet memories attached about being young and clueless and in love and the eventual results of that. The other makes me smile. I am not rational. The dresses stay.
