I designed my long white satin empire length wedding dress with a very long detatchable train (so it could be converted into an evening dress). The fabric and dressmaker's fee came to £14 (about a week's pay for me in 1966).
I wore my long hair up in an elaborate bouffet style, encased in a headress which I made from a criss-cross of pipe cleaners covered in stain ribbon and sprigs of artifcial rosebuds and lily-of-the valley, attached to a long silk chiffon veil. I wore white satin court shoes with very pointy toes.
Eventually I made the dress into an evening dress and the train and veil were cut up to make a Christening dress for our children. I still have the pipecleaner head-dress stowed away somewhere.
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. Any one else got a blind spot in their memory of a, supposedly, memorable occasion?

