Weddingbee Blog

Seriously, don’t leave for your wedding without safety pins in your emergency kit!

Okay, where was I. Oh yes, Mr. Cookie’s foot had just made contact with my train. I heard a ripping sound, and I was quickly whisked away from the dance floor by my bridesmaids. Man, did my bridesmaids have quick reaction skills!

Once we reached the bridal chamber, my bridesmaids grabbed the bag of safety pins and started to work their magic. While they were pinning my dress, I caught my first glimpse of the extent of the damage:

Oh, my poor dress! Within a matter of seconds my beautiful dress went from this:

To a safety pinned masterpiece:

My bridesmaids rocked! A dozen safety pins later and my dress was back in working order. Not only did they work at lightening speed, but one of my maids suffered a finger injury. As she was pinning my dress, a safety pin went through her finger and blood started pouring out. Ouch! God love her, she did everything to keep the blood dripping down her finger away from my dress. Mr. Cookie, who was in the bridal chamber watching the whole process, grabbed her a Band-Aid. But from her expressions, we all could tell that the sucker hurt!

Surprisingly, the contusion to my dress didn’t really faze me. I just wanted to get back to the dance floor and join the conga line. No hole in my dress was going to keep this Cookie from dancing the rest of the night away! Even now, I look at the gaping hole and laugh. Why? Well, Mr. Cookie ripped my dress perfectly. Yep, you heard that correctly. Mr. Cookie’s foot didn’t rip the fabric, just the seam. Totally fixable! Sighs with relief.

But almost six months after the wedding, I’ve been sitting on Indecision Street about what to do with my dress. It’s been hanging in our spare bedroom closet waiting for me to make up my mind. I was thinking about donating it to charity, but I just can’t bring myself to part with it, particularly in its current state. It still needs to be cleaned. Trekking up into the mountains for pictures attracted an ungodly amount of dirt to the underside. I could get it fixed or I could pull a Project Runway and turn it into a fabulous outfit. Augh, too many choices!

What do you think I should do?