Oh, oh, we're
go-in' to the cha-pel and
we're
gonna get ma-a-ar.........
*insert metaphoric extended screech-squeal-reverb of bad brakes
followed by several moments of slow motion nerve wracking silence
ending with sickening crunch of steel and glass impact into unforgiving brick wall-
SFX- explosion. Enhance with imagined smell of gasoline*
So yeah, the chapel never happened.
That was yesterday.
Today it's nine years later.
Time flies, eh?
But it's still here. The dress, you see.
Just hanging there on a big ol' nail behind the second bedroom door.
Occasionally making snide remarks, mostly on rainy, Sunday afternoons.
A second bottle of Merlot used to taunt me into putting it on.
"Venir Foxmorton, mon ivresse peu chou-mis sur la robe-personne ne va le savoir ......"
"Oui"
"Venir Foxmorton, mon ivresse peu chou-mis sur la robe-personne ne va le savoir ......"
"Oui"
Always a pretty sight, you think?
Three quarters of the way, head first into your cups, Sunday hair in a top knot pony tail, day off granny undies and the dog-who is supportive on the worst of days-graciously averting his eyes.
But those days come less now. So much less. (Years now, actually.)
In fact, the only reason I dragged her out was to follow through on a recent Miss Havisham kick that made me think: What *should* I do with this dress?
I do love it so.
Heavy (oh, sooooo heavy!) ecru satin....crosshatched front and back....hand sewn pearls into each wee cross
and miles of lace to die for.
I recall the day I purchased it.....all full of dreams.
But the person who was to fulfill them no longer exists....if he ever did.
And that's ok.
I'm over him.
Been over him for ages.
But I just can't get over the dress.
It's storybook garb, no doubt.
Infused with magic, faerie dust and wild violet petals, promises of the most flawless of repeating twirls in the garden.....and now, a wee bit of Miss Havisham as well.
My absolute favorite part is when the back is gathered into the most perfectly enormous bustle.
When that bustle is gathered I could wear that dress forever!
But, all that aside,I'm quite sure that it's haunted.
And I'm serious when I say that.
I mean, how else would such a perfect dress have come to be owned by me?
It would be just like Foxmorton to acquire a cursed wedding dress.
And, in the months after its purchase, so many things went frightfully wrong that it never fulfilled its destiny.
And it looks like a ghost, I think, all forbidding and spectral.
Because, let's face it, it was indeed stitched with only one purpose in mind.
You can stretch your imagination all you like but there is isn't any thing else you could
imagine this dress doing.
(Although years back I did have an offer to hoist it up the mast of a pirate ship.
Seriously. And now, thinking back, I rather regret that I didn't.)
Also, not a lot of call for haunted wedding gowns on eBay.
So along with the dress, I get to keep the curse as well.
So now......time to *do* something with it.
If it will let me.
The color needs to change.....the lace distressed......
The bustle needs to be stuffed and made permanent......
It needs sleeves.......
It needs a high neck...........
It needs to move on........
What say you all........?
Go-in' to the chap-el of love-
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
Goin' to the chap-el
of love..............
~MF 2012
In fact, the only reason I dragged her out was to follow through on a recent Miss Havisham kick that made me think: What *should* I do with this dress?
I do love it so.
Heavy (oh, sooooo heavy!) ecru satin....crosshatched front and back....hand sewn pearls into each wee cross
and miles of lace to die for.
I recall the day I purchased it.....all full of dreams.
But the person who was to fulfill them no longer exists....if he ever did.
And that's ok.
I'm over him.
Been over him for ages.
But I just can't get over the dress.
It's storybook garb, no doubt.
Infused with magic, faerie dust and wild violet petals, promises of the most flawless of repeating twirls in the garden.....and now, a wee bit of Miss Havisham as well.
My absolute favorite part is when the back is gathered into the most perfectly enormous bustle.
When that bustle is gathered I could wear that dress forever!
But, all that aside,I'm quite sure that it's haunted.
And I'm serious when I say that.
I mean, how else would such a perfect dress have come to be owned by me?
It would be just like Foxmorton to acquire a cursed wedding dress.
And, in the months after its purchase, so many things went frightfully wrong that it never fulfilled its destiny.
And it looks like a ghost, I think, all forbidding and spectral.
Because, let's face it, it was indeed stitched with only one purpose in mind.
You can stretch your imagination all you like but there is isn't any thing else you could
imagine this dress doing.
(Although years back I did have an offer to hoist it up the mast of a pirate ship.
Seriously. And now, thinking back, I rather regret that I didn't.)
Also, not a lot of call for haunted wedding gowns on eBay.
So along with the dress, I get to keep the curse as well.
So now......time to *do* something with it.
If it will let me.
The color needs to change.....the lace distressed......
The bustle needs to be stuffed and made permanent......
It needs sleeves.......
It needs a high neck...........
It needs to move on........
What say you all........?
Go-in' to the chap-el of love-
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
Goin' to the chap-el
of love..............
~MF 2012
