Six years ago in September, I married my husband surrounded by family and friends. Even though our wedding day came and went in a flash, some things stick around for a long time, such as the memories of the day, a growing family, a fantastic wedding gown and pair of shoes, and one bridesmaid bouquet with one groomsman boutonniere. They have survived by sitting on a desk in our spare bedroom since we came home from The Mountain View Manor in Glen Spey, NY.
Even though these flowers have long since lost their color and have dried out, just looking at these weathered remains takes me back to the scenes of that day six years ago – Ebony black bridesmaid gowns with a champagne-colored details, sophisticated black tuxes with calla lily boutonnieres, pure white flowers with black rhinestones, small country church filled with our loved ones, and holding my husband’s hand almost the entire day. Isn’t it amazing how something so worn, lackluster, or weathered could elicit such a memory?
What do you have lying around in your home that is weathered but brings on such a strong memory?