I was so ecstatic when I bought this dress. It looked just like an original vintage dress I had been eyeing off on Etsy. The embroidery was beautiful, the fabric was soft and so comfortable to wear. I loved everything about it. I imagined all of the happy memories this dress and I would have, and I was determined to give it a long and happy life where it would be appreciated and worn often. Such was my love for this dress, that I waded knee deep into this idyllic orange orchard, which was very likely full of snakes, to get photos in a spot that I felt complimented the dress best.
This next part is a bit difficult to write, bare with me. Last night, as I was digging for a pair of pajamas through the clean laundry pile, I suddenly felt my blood run cold. I stared in shock at the rag I held in my hand. At first, it was completely unrecognizable. A twisted piece of cloth with colorful lose threads. My dress. This dress. Or rather, that is what it had been but had long ceased to be. I probably should have prefaced this with the following; I never put my clothes in the washing machine. Like many other wearers of vintage and repro will likely agree – the washing machine is where good clothing goes to die.
Now that doesn’t mean I wash everything by hand, no. The washing machine is for things that don’t matter and can be replaced. Generally things that are sturdy and can take a thrashing, such as towels and linen or Hugh’s clothes. Not delicate dresses. Never for anything you may see on the blog. I am pedantic about adhering to instructions that come on clothing labels. My belief is, I made the commitment to purchasing the item – why would I want to destroy it? To me that is wasteful and foolish, I like my things to last and to remain in the same condition as possible to when they were bought. If it says dry clean, then yes I will. Hand wash? Not a problem.
When it comes to doing laundry in our household, I take care of my clothing, and Hugh does the general stuff. There is a very explicit rule, which is; don’t touch my clothes. Never, ever put my clothes in the washing machine. Ever. I went back to work the day after we came back from our holiday and hadn’t had a chance to unpack the suitcase that had this dress, and all of the others I took with me in it. On my way out that morning I reminded Hugh to make sure to leave my clothes alone if he was going to unpack, and I didn’t give it a second thought.
In Hugh’s defense – the dress apparently looked like one of his t-shirts. In my defense, last time I checked, pink embroidered posies were not his style…And so that is the tragic tale of how this very loved dress met its demise and ended up going through the wash. Of course the dress has long since sold out and is no longer available, typical. At least I will always have these photos to remember it by…
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