Yeah…ironic, isn’t it?
At 8am this morning, Mr Postman came knocking with a box from across the ocean. My ex had said he’d had to put it into another ‘special’ box because the original box was too big.
This is the box it arrived in:
Now, I think that sending your ex her wedding dress in a box that once contained a play table for your son that you’ve had with your new wife, who used to be your ex while you were married with your now ex and attended your wedding is somehow weird…but I’m not quite sure why….
Anyway, it’s here, all 8.2kgs of it for the princely sum of 12,500 yen postage. And I opened the box and it smelled like Japan.
There was my veil, the hoop, the fifty million layers of organza and the dress still packed in its infinity pac ‘to keep your memories and dreams forever’:
And he’d put a couple of extra special things in the box too. Like our Engrish wedding certificate:
Because we will take the partner each other from now on (it loses something in translation):
The box that my engagement ring came in:
And he’d even kept the little rose things I’d worn in my hair:
So it just goes to prove that he’s even worse than me at throwing this type of shit away and that makes me feel a bit better.
So now I have the dress, what the hell should I do with it? Feel free to leave your thoughts in the poll below (oh and have a happy new year):