Grandma's Dress that Mom Wore.

I am not entirely sure why I ventured to the tiny basement closet last evening.  It was twenty minutes before we were to leave, so why I was rifling through old homecoming dresses instead of picking out something from the everyday ware, I still don't know.  Stumbling on this old dress, though, it just seemed right.  It is my grandma's dress.  I am sure it nearly graced her ankles.  When my mom was a one-day-old bride, my grandma gave this dress to my mom.  I don't have photos of either wearing this heavy, shiny gold gem.  I wish I did.  I wish I could hear their stories.  I wish I could feel their excitement of dressing up for a special evening.  I wish I could know if it made them feel just a wee bit lovely.  I still have them both and their stories and their dress.  I guess, I have every thing I could wish for.

Day 3 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.