The dress was just the typical white, lacy, full skirt and sheer sleeved style that obviously carried from the 70's to the 80's quite well. Nothing special, but beautiful all the same. Except for the curse. I didn't think of it at the time, but when my sister suggested that I could wear her dress, still stored under our parent's house, I thought nothing of the fact that she was telling me this while sitting in her apartment after her divorce. After all, it's just a dress, right?
The dress looked a whole lot better on my sister. |
Seven years later, I'm the one in the divorced seat, suggesting that the dress, again stored under our parent's house (I don't know what the secret was for storing satin and lace in a crawl space in Colorado, but it worked well), is available for my cousin Jeri's wedding. I look back now and want to slap the thought right out of my head! Because yes, Jeri wore the dress. And yes, Jeri also found herself in the divorced seat. My only advice to Jeri at that point was BURN THE DRESS! Do not let another young woman wear the cursed wedding dress. Although it may be just a family curse. I have no idea where the dress went after divorce number three, but I can only hope it did right by anyone else who wore it. Or that it was cut into pieces and made into something new - like rags. Anything to break the spell!
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