In Somerfield (supermarket, prices expensive but food only average quality, staff untrained with a tendency towards incompetence) I saw a rack of postcards where people have put up personal items they want to sell. For the past few weeks there has been a postcard advertising a wedding dress “…never worn…white with pearls and lace…long fitted train…” Obviously no-one wants a second-hand wedding dress as the card is still up there.
It made me wonder what story might lay behind such an advertisement. Did she have second thoughts? Did she catch him in an act of betrayal (with his ex / with her best friend / with a casual pick-up at a coastal resort)? Was he the one to break things off? Did her mannerisms start to annoy him? Did someone better come along (with fake blonde hair and the advantage of silicone implants)?
Anyway, she’s not at all sentimental about the occurrence and has put her wedding finery up for sale. And she has done this publicly, for all to see - a brave decision since there are many people who will laugh at her for this. Not for her the fate of the jilted Miss Haversham, sat in her wedding dress in a shrouded darkness while the cobwebs gather around her and she grows old and bitter.
Last Saturday The Daily Telegraph gave away a free copy (on DVD) of the 1945 film Great Expectations, dramatising the novel by Charles Dickens and starring John Mills and Valerie Hobson, with Martita Hunt as Miss Haversham.
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