So I was all excited when I found out that a local consignment shop specialized in reselling wedding gowns. I rushed my dress to the cleaners and then marched straight over to the little shop in Littleton.
It never occurred to me that they would not want it. Imagine my surprise when they not only didn't want it, they called it vintage! What the heck?
You know, I have a child in high school, I have some gray hair, I have been to a class reunion, but I have never felt old until this cute little chickie told me my wedding dress was vintage. Harumph! (She also said it was too plain. Evidently everyone likes the sparkly, frou frou look as opposed to simple and elegant summer.)
So...it is all ready to go and posted out there on Craigslist. If that doesn't work, I will either donate it, or maybe dye it something crazy like hot pink and stitch beads and feathers to it. Maybe then the consignment shop in Littleton will take it. Rolls eyes. Wish me luck.
Either way, it is gone!