Friday, January 21, 2011
The veil just fell into place also. The beads on the headpiece were also from my daughter's wedding dress. They just fit perfectly onto a barrette. The veil...well that actually comes from my own wedding veil from 1966.
The veil had been in my mother's house and I had totally forgotten about it. It was in a white box and my mother had written on the box that it was my veil. Fast forward 34 years. After my mother passed, my brother and I took what we wanted from the house. The rest was going to be auctioned off. Now imagine this. My mother's house, the house where I grew up, had a full basement, two full floors, and a completely and fulled packed attic. Unless we would have spent 2 or 3 months going through everything, I might have found the veil. In fact, I did not even know my mother had saved it.
So a few years ago, my dear childhood friend, Connie, said that at the auction (which I did not attend) she had seen the box with my veil and she won it at the auction. And then, bless her heart, she gave it to me.
So, of course, part of that veil was perfect for Rachel's doll. And so, history carries on.