Thursday, March 15, 2012

Recycling

I sold my wedding dress.

It wasn't something I thought of doing when I was married. That would have been sacrilege, to trade something so steeped in ideas of love and hope for the future for something as cheap as money. 

It wasn't something I thought of doing immediately after I got divorced, either. Then it was something too fraught with disappointment and sadness to even look at, let alone profit from.

But now it's just a dress for me: layers of lace and satin and crinoline that someone else will weigh down with her own hopes and disappointments. It looks so foreign and ill-fitting now, like it belonged to someone else, never to me.

In a way, it did.

So I sold my wedding dress, a year and a half after my divorce. I put it in a box and shipped it across the country, sending away one of the last reminders of my marriage, that first stab at adulthood. I sold it for $300, and I'll use the money to help finance my trip to Paris and my second stab at adulthood.

That fits,

better than the dress ever did.


1 comments:

lisa adams said...

Good for you, Erin... I hope only good things will be coming your way.

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