Tucked away behind two closet doors hung an old silvery bridesmaid dress. My mom and I were up in northern Minnesota visiting my grandma and had begun to rearrange one of the guest bedrooms when I caught a glimpse of the hem from across the room. As we pulled it out of the closet, my mom recognized it instantly – it was the dress her sister wore when she was maid-of-honor in my mom’s wedding back in ’86.

It was a Gunne Sax dress, strapless, and looked to be just my size.

So of course I had to try it on.

 

 

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