Only a Dress. It’s a 6.

Couldn’t tell you why I decided to help; all that remained were two closets in the master bedroom and a winter stranded gas barbeque grill frozen to the deck off the dining area. Wait, I could probably tell you the “why”, but I’d rather tell you the “what”.

Hanging in the larger of the two closets behind old winter coats and clothing marked “Donate”; pushed further and further to the back by the passing of the years, was a wedding dress. Beneath see-through protective covering, hanging from a polished cedar wood hanger, was an ivory colored, liquid silk wedding dress with sweetheart neckline. It’s bodice was fitted, sleeves long and ending with single silk button at the wrist, it whispered of understated elegance and modesty.

Beautiful in its simplicity, I felt an urge to wrap my arms around it as if by magic I might feel what the woman who had worn that dress felt on her wedding day, when the world was suddenly new and possibility lay as open as the night sky, where wonder and a new life lay waiting.

22 thoughts on “Only a Dress. It’s a 6.

  1. Liz H February 25, 2023 / 11:03 am

    Oh I felt this, Denise. 💔
    That girl we were gets further and farther away…

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  2. Frank Hubeny February 25, 2023 / 11:34 am

    I liked the part about finding the old wedding dress and imagining how the woman felt on her wedding day.

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  3. Spira February 25, 2023 / 12:15 pm

    “Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

    Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 25, 2023 / 6:47 pm

      Without question, Mr. Yeats was a romantic of the highest order.
      Perhaps the groom in my story shared Mr. Yeats’s poetry with his betrothed? A lovely thought to ponder.
      Thank you, Nick, for sharing this poem.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 26, 2023 / 10:51 am

      How excellent is that, Nancy!
      Thank you for more Otis.. he was early morning soundtrack 😎

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  4. clark February 27, 2023 / 11:33 am

    Good Six.
    Engaging and personable (don’t always happen together)
    fav phrase: ““…open as the night sky,”

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  5. Spira February 28, 2023 / 3:40 am

    The intersection of lifelines is marked in your Six.
    It is always a telling of a good story if its fiction can be perceived as reality.
    And you got the ink for that, Denise.

    (Both yours and Nancy’s Otis are like key and lock with your story).

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