It all started with my moving 30 years ago from a house to an apartment. My ex-husband was helping me move. (a dumb idea on my part) Every time I moved, it seemed something always got left. Of course my ex and I got into an argument; which was why I was leaving him and he didn't go back for the last load of stuff.
In that stuff was my wedding dress from my first marriage (the high school sweetheart who died).
I tried to go back a few times and no one ever answered the door.
30 years pass.
One Friday I was dusting my guest room and I happen to look up at a picture of me in that wedding dress and I was thinking about the dress and how wonderful it would be to have it for my granddaughters.
On Monday, I decided to paint some chairs. I had on shorts and an old shirt but had to go to hardware (very close by) to get the paint. I got in the car and instead of turning left to go, I turned right. I thought, Well darn. I will just go down to the fabric store since I am headed that way and pick out fabric to cover the chairs."
I get down there and, instead of parking in front of the fabric store, I pull in the strip mall at opposite end. Why?
I said to myself, "Well I will walk up there." As I did, I passed an antique consignment store that I had never been in. I decided to go in there.
I went in and turned to the right and went by looking at things then I 'HEARD" a voice say... GO IN THE BACK... I turned and went in the back... I looked up and someone had a little booth with some louvered doors and on that door was a dress... MY PROM DRESS... THAT WE TURNED INTO MY WEDDING DRESS...
I was so stunned! I started shaking. I ran and got the clerk. I asked her to get the dress down because I wanted to buy it. She said, "Don't you want to know how much it is"?
I said, "No, I don't care, this is my wedding dress." By this time I am crying. I could not stop. The lady asked how I knew it was mine. I told her to look inside and she would see a label. It came from LAZERUS, a dress shop in the '50's in downtown Roanoke,Va.
I knew it was mine because when we bought it. It was one of a kind. It was a small store and the lady who owned it went to NY to buy her things. And never bought more than one of each...
We had a jacket made to cover it but it was strapless then. I have a pix on here some where will try and find it.
The newspaper did a story on it.
Isn't that wild? Probably the wildest of all the things that happened to me.
No such thing as coincidence. I was being led there.
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