This weekend while visiting my family, my grandma gave me an extraordinary gift. Her wedding dress.
I had tried it on back in December, since she has been sorting through things and figuring out what to do with it. I loved it, and since she was willing to let me alter it I definitely accepted (even though I'm not currently engaged). It is gorgeous. The layers of lace spill over looking delightfully elegant and, dare I say it, vintage.
It made me think about how important it is to pass things down. For some reason we don't seem to do this as often as we used to. Perhaps it's because items are so readily available. Maybe we don't treasure things as people did in the past. But for whatever reason, passing down valuable items with history is not really done.
I want this back. I want to give something old and of value to my children. Something to remind them of the past, to honor it.
To show them.