Regret

I’m happy to say that I don’t regret many things in my life. Sure, I’ve made more than my fair share of mistakes, but I like to say that if things had been different, I wouldn’t be where I am now. And I like where I am now, so I’m happy how things have gone.

But one of my regrets that I do have is that I didn’t buy my wedding dress. Okay, now that I wrote that it makes me feel superficial and dumb.

When I got married, I wasn’t crazy young, but pretty young (21, engaged at 20). And I didn’t know a lot about temple weddings, so I got a lot of advice from my sister-in-law. She had rented her dress, so I went to the same place and rented my dress from them. I love this sister-in-law and don’t blame her at all, but I really wish I had bought my dress. The same place I went to sold the dresses too, so I could have bought the exact dress that I ended up with (which I did love). Or at least the tiara I wore in my hair!

It wasn’t even a question of money at the time. The cost of my wedding was extremely modest, when you consider the average cost of a wedding, and my dad was more than willing to buy me whatever dress I wanted.

I decided to have fake flowers, which I’m happy about, because I still have my wedding bouquet. We still have the crystal temple from the top of our cake, and a few other mementos. And of course lots and lots of pictures (although I wish we had paid more for those too- they are good but not great).

I just googled the place I rented my dress in Tucson (Gowns by Pamela). They are still in business, and it might be a strange request, but I wonder if they would be able to find my dress and sell it to me if they still have it. Or at least the tiara! But that’s a no-go as far as money is concerned. And superficial. And dumb.

And this is all just because I saw a pin on Pinterest of a little girl sitting in her mom’s wedding dress. I’m sure it’s just hormones, but it hurts my heart a little bit.