Pandagon has an entry today about the "trash the dress" phenom, wherein brides post-nup go out and "trash their dress," which to them means taking sexy morning-after photos in a pool or ocean, gazing seductively at the camera. Nobody really trashes their dress.
I didn't particularly like my wedding dress. I was the laziest, most uninterested bride ever and just walked into Unbridaled and said "sell me something that hides the damn crater that isn't foofy and is less than $500." That is not how one should buy a wedding dress, but there you go. I had vague plans to get another wedding dress after the surgery that didn't happen and drag Borpe out to Vegas for recommitment vows in the presence of Elvis/photo op, but since that's probably not going to happen, I am left with a dress I could give a shit about. I've thought about dying it black. Occasionally there are events that are appropriate for its revival. However, due to the fact that it's just a plain white silk sheath dress and not some flouncy layered monument to the virginity I lost to someone else years ago, I don't think that arty photos of me shooting bullets at it and grinding it into a mud puddle would have much cultural relevance. Besides, I don't want anything to happen to my pillbox hat.
Posted by Zerd at June 30, 2007 05:51 PM