I'm guessing the reason Loopy and I did this photo shoot is just because I found this crazy and slightly tattered wedding gown at Value Village last year for nine dollars:
When I say slightly tattered, I mean really, very tattered. It was kind of yucky. It looked like the bottom backside of the skirt had been through a shredder. No matter. When I picked it up, I knew that I had two obstacles:
One, the detailing on the bodice was out of date. Something would have to be done.
Two, convincing Loopy to put on the yucky, used, backless, tattered dress. Something would have to be done.
Sure, it looks fine in these before photos. Perfectly harmless. If you wanted smell-o-vision for the fried bread post, you'd want to turn it off for the used wedding gown post. First order of business: encase dress in sealed garment bag with a dozen fabric softener sheets, leave for eight months. Remove from garment bag and cut off the funny detail bits, starting with the loops at the waist:
The next part of the plan involved the addition of a swanky coloured sash. It's all the rage in bridal wear. I went digging through the clearance bin at the fabric store and came up with this:
We still weren't "feeling it." The bands of pearls around the waist weren't doing anything to help. They had to go. Pronto.
The simple removal of those bits brought the dress infinitely more up to date. Now it not only smelled better, it looked better. We set out for the beach, to trash it completely:
I am loving the blue sash. It is the perfect blue with the cream dress. Yes, I gathered her a bouquet of baby's breath. Yes, it was a little strange to see my 14-year-old daughter in a wedding gown.
Even without hemming or a single stitch, this sash is lovely in a deconstructed sort of way. It was completely fashioned with zip ties.
Loopy gamely wore my ring. I told her to pretend it was from You-Know-Who-Jonas.
After a few test shots, I threw her hair up. I mean, I really threw it. I had some pins in my pocket and I'd brought along the headband and the blue flower elastic. When I put it all together, I thought it was very Carrie Bradshaw. I had a fake blue bird in the camera bag for her head, but Loopy would have none of it. She drew the line in the sand. Literally. With a stick.
Did I mention how much I love, love, lurrved the blue fabric rag and zip-tie bow? Five dollars.
I sort of kicked the sand onto the skirt of that tattered dress. Loopy was not amused. I told her to "suck it up, cupcake" and kept shooting. Imagine... brides these days are purposely wearing their gowns for trash the dress photo shoots when their weddings are done.
My absolute, hands-down, favourite shot.
I thought since I only had the pink tulle on hand I would turn those shots to black and white... but I really liked the look of the pink with the blue and the cream and the black. Then I thought... pink:
Now... we still have the dress, and it is even more worse for the wear than when I found it. It would be a shame to throw it away. We simply didn't trash it enough.
Local readers, keep your eyes open at Value Village for a sandy, backless wedding gown with a blue sash.