On my ugly days, it made me feel pretty. On my fat days, it made me feel skinny.
Five years ago:
After a heart-wrenching break up with the man of my dreams, I decided to wear the green dress to church, and see if it would work it's magic, just one more time.
I was alone in the gym, setting up tables for Break the Fast, when he came in. He stared at me a long time. I pretended not to notice. Then he asked for a hug. I couldn't resist him. He couldn't resist me (or was it the dress?). I had butterflies in my stomach, my heart beat fast, and felt like it would soar out of my chest. The hug was magnetic ((amazing)).
That night, not only did we get back together, but we got engaged.
And here we are now with two sweet-crazy boys, that I couldn't imagine life without.
Too bad the dress couldn't hold out just a little bit longer though....
I hung it in the car on the way to the shoot to avoid wrinkling. When I went to put it on, the zipper ripped. We safety pinned her together, and I had to strategically avoid the camera on one side.
So, was the dress lucky or unlucky?
What do you think?
Photos by Jesica Allen