I loved that song, Chapel of Love by The Dixie Cups, 1964. I was 10 years old.
Fast forward 14 years to 1978 and I really did go to the chapel and get married to a wonderful person! We're still at it 37 years later. :-)
Catherine, of Not Dressed As Lamb, has shared a new dressing challenge due today: The Wearing My Wedding Dress Challenge, to be tagged #iwillwearwhatilike. I hadn't planned on posting quite so soon after birthing my blog just this past weekend, but this was an irresistible challenge!
Three parts of our wedding were homemade – our wedding invitation (see photos in the gallery below), our wedding music composed by my Mom for our ceremony, and my wedding dress (also in the photo gallery). The invitation turned out as we had hoped, my Mom's composition was touching and lovely, and my wedding dress, well, it was a lesson in humility!
I had wanted to make my own wedding dress and picked out a romantic pattern with a fitted bodice and gently flowing skirt. My plan was to make it all of lace. Mom took me shopping, fully trusting my "Of course I can do this!" After all, I had sewn a few items of clothing (a skirt, a blouse, simple pieces), so how difficult could a wedding dress be? We purchased the appropriate amount of gorgeous white lace (it had a specific name long-since forgotten) and I set to work.
About eight weeks before our wedding date I came to the stark realization that my skills were not up to the task. Having already begun, I was facing a dress that was not looking like the one on the cover of the pattern and – regardless of what I might be able to do – would never look like the one in the pattern, if indeed I ever managed to complete the dress. Once again, Mom to the rescue. She found a seamstress who would revise the design, incorporate whatever she could from my attempts, and have it ready prior to our wedding date.
I kept my dress for years but didn't know the first thing about preserving a wedding dress made of lace. It hung in a closet in our attic, taken out a few times to appreciate and see if it still fit. The last time it was taken out I managed to fit into it, but sadly the lace was discolored in several spots and the dress looked like it needed more TLC than I could provide. In one of those moments of "it's not the dress that's important" I tossed it. Yes, I tossed it. And yes, now I'm wishing I hadn't. Ah well.