I wore the gown that my Mom wore to her prom for my prom. I was showing her what I liked out of 17 Magazine and she said the dresses looked alot like what she wore to hers. She got the dress out of the green garbage bag in which it had been stored and I loved it. Of course, the white had faded to an ugly brown color. We died it pink, with RIT dye in the kitchen sink. It turned out beautifully! No one would have known that my strapless gown was vintage.
My sister wore my Mom's wedding gown for her wedding. She had to have some lace sewn onto some of the stains that wouldn't come out of it. Mom rolled her dress up in a ball, like the prom dress, and stuffed it in a garbage bag. Both were stored in the ever so hot summer attic and frozen winter attic. Dry cleaning didn't make it white again, so my friend who owns the dry cleaners asked if he could wash it. With nothing to lose, we said ok and it came out white and beautiful, except for the aforementioned stains that were covered by lace. Again, until the DJ announced during my sister's dance with my father that he had "danced" with that dress 30 years before, no one would have known that it was a "hand-me-down."
I guess Mom's style has always been timeless. Both of us cherish that we got to wear something that our Mom wore for the same special occasion.
On the other side of this story, my DD got to wear my First Communion dress for her Christening last December. (She was 5 when she was Baptized.) She looked beautiful in it even though she didn't speak English then and didn't have a clue as to why the priest wanted to pour water over her head.
My sister wore my Mom's wedding gown for her wedding. She had to have some lace sewn onto some of the stains that wouldn't come out of it. Mom rolled her dress up in a ball, like the prom dress, and stuffed it in a garbage bag. Both were stored in the ever so hot summer attic and frozen winter attic. Dry cleaning didn't make it white again, so my friend who owns the dry cleaners asked if he could wash it. With nothing to lose, we said ok and it came out white and beautiful, except for the aforementioned stains that were covered by lace. Again, until the DJ announced during my sister's dance with my father that he had "danced" with that dress 30 years before, no one would have known that it was a "hand-me-down."
I guess Mom's style has always been timeless. Both of us cherish that we got to wear something that our Mom wore for the same special occasion.
On the other side of this story, my DD got to wear my First Communion dress for her Christening last December. (She was 5 when she was Baptized.) She looked beautiful in it even though she didn't speak English then and didn't have a clue as to why the priest wanted to pour water over her head.
Actually I wore them exactly 2 years ago today 
