An odd goodbye

In most moves there's the deliberation of do I actually want to pack, move, and unpack this with each of one's belongings.

I had gone through all my clothes but had forgotten that I had some things in the upstairs closet.  Went up there and happened upon my wedding dress.  Huh. I'm not going to use it, I don't really want to keep it, but I feel bad about throwing it away.  So I'll try and sell it.  I had listed it a few months ago but didn't get any hits and forgot about it.  Lowered the price in a flurry of everything else and forgot about that.  Got an email last week inquiring about it and was able to sell it.  For 2/3 less than it cost.  Ouch.  But something's pretty than total loss so into a box it went.

I've been pretty divorced (ha) from the idea of that wedding for years but it was still a pull of nostalgia for what could have been.  But like my stools, hopefully the dress is off to a good life where it will be worn and photographed and exclaimed over. 

I mean, it's a wedding dress, if clothes were sentient, I imagine it and a tutu would be two of the things most sad to never be worn.

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