Dressed in Black again…
I love that song (Depeche Mode), but it is really beside the point for this post. I was just browsing through some of the blogs I like to read (see list to the right) and came across a meme. I haven’t taken part in one of these before, and haven’t been tagged for any. However, A Place of My Own tagged anyone who is married for this wedding dress meme, so that’s good enough for me!
I think I had visions when I was a little girl of being married in a traditional/ish style dress in a church. I remember at one point my Mum telling me she had saved her wedding dress (quite plain in many respects, which is something I adored about it) in case I wanted to wear it when I got married. But by the time I was 15 or so, I was determined that this would not happen. It seemed to go against the feminism I was discovering and those ideas went out of the window. I said if I ever got married, I would wear black. I meant it.
By the time I was in my early twenties, I decided that I would never marry, so the choice of dress seemed immaterial. I sometimes idly thought that I loved the combination of a simple, ivory dress and deepest blood red roses, but knew that it would never happen.
Late in my twenties I met Stonelaughter and tings began to change. After being together for a year, we decided to marry. At least, we decided to handfast (we promised my parents we would legally marry a couple of weeks later. In fact it took us over a year to get round to that, and I still have no idea on which date I was legally married, but that’s another story).
I don’t want to go on about our handfasting – again, another story (but a wonderful one, I think) – so one with the dress.
I knew that a traditional dress was out of the question. As soon as we discussed making our relationship more permanent, I knew traditional weddings were not going to happen. I didn’t want, in fact wanted almost anything but. So traditional dresses were out too. I hunted around on the internet, and found a clothing company who I had seen in the Corn Exchange in Leeds. I’d loved Dark Angel’s clothes then, so I went through their catalogue and picked a couple of dresses out. I spoke to them on the phone, and a few weeks later went to their studios near Halifax to be measured for a custom made dress.
I loved it. Medieval. Heavy velvet. Very feminine. Black.
My Dad made a little speech after the handfasting. In it he made a terrible joke (I forgave him), and said that I’d always promised I would get married in black. I was brought up to keep my promises!
Unfortunately, my photos of me wearing it are in storage as we’re selling our house, but here is a picture which shows the dress off beautifully.