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In 1976 I got married in a beautiful dress made for me by my Godmother. I took it to the dry cleaners and when I came to pick it up I was shocked to know they wanted $15 which was a fortune to me at the time. Sadly, I had to let them keep the dress. There were many times over the years that I wished I had managed to get the dress out of hock, especially since I had a daughter the year after I married. Later I realized it would have been just one more thing to keep up with since I certainly did not raise my daughter to get married and have babies. Sometimes when she is exhausted from her Law career she says exactly that "you should have raised me to just get married and have babies". Anyway chances of her ever wanting to wear a dress from 1976, assuming she chooses to get married, are very slim and hauling a dress from one home to the other as we moved 4 times in the following 30 years would have just been one more stress. I have learned in my 52 years that we don't own things, they own us. The point is I love the idea of trashing the dress in front of a camera because my most treasured possesions and the only ones I really really care about are the 'time lapse' photographs (as my spouse calls them) of our life together.
