Through the Lensbaby: August – The Dress
We recieved our storage shipment two weeks ago. It was a hodge podge of things that we hadn’t seen in years, some items were precious gifts that we’d longed for. Other items made us wonder what we were thinking storing them as we did. So there we were, unpacking box after box, getting reaquainted with sentimental favorites like my grandmother’s secretrary and my mother’s desk.
And then my husband found it buried in a box. We slowly, reverently, pulled out my grandfather’s leather and canvas garment bag he’d used in World War II. As we talked about how to display the vintage bag, my husband unzipped it and we found nestled in a compartment, a crochet dress in a color that was somewhere between ripe peach and pale pink rose. It had tiny glass beads and a note attached, explaining that it was made by my great grandmother in 1936.
I remember this dress. To me, it was pure magic. When I was six-years old, my mother dressed me in it. My older sisters decorated my eyes and face with their covetted eyeshadow and my dad fashioned fairy wings out of coat hangers and colored paper. It was the first and only Halloween outfit I recall from childhood, and as I walked down the darkened streets of my neighborhood hand-in-hand with my siblings, I truly did feel beautiful, special, for the first time.
My mother gave me the dress years ago, but I thought it had been lost amongst our many moves, and I mourned for the memory. I’d wanted to pass it along to Sofia, and some day, her daughter, as well.
So here we are. Sofie put it on for the first time tonight. She danced, twirled, wandered like a little fairy.
It was a perfect fit.
These were taken with my Sweet 35.
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