The big white box sat in our attic for years.
When the grandchildren begged to play in there recently, my eye
fell on the box. It'd been almost 45 years since my mother took
my wedding dress to a dry cleaner's to be "preserved."
It was time to get the box out and see what was there.
Obviously the preservation wasn't guaranteed for 45 years!
But tucked on top was my sister's wedding dress that she
had sewed 47 years ago with beautiful polished cotton and lace.
It was pristinely white and in perfect condition.
Since it was her birthday I thought it would be
fun to mail her the dress as she probably didn't know I had it.
So I packed it up, along with the left over fabric and lace.
The dress arrived just a few days before my sister attended a very sad event.
A newborn baby had been found on a walking path and
the community was coming together to celebrate
the short little life with a tender burial.
There was a display in the church of infant burial gowns,
which had been made out of wedding gowns.
You can guess what my tender-hearted sister did.
Her beautiful dress and extra fabric is now being turned into sweet burial gowns.
All because two kids wanted to play in "Grandma's Attic."
I think I'll get out the biz and see what it does for mine.
The baby burial gown photo is the courtesy of my gifted friend,
Visit her sewing blog to see more amazing creations.