What on earth am I wearing? This 1960's wedding dress has been languishing in it's box since I bought it last year and it seemed a shame not to try it out whilst the sun is shining.
It's rather freaky that it fits perfectly, length and all. Maybe the car boot sale gods are trying to make me reconsider living in sin and repent my heathen ways before Judgement Day.
I was intending to wear this when I hosted our recent party but thought the ten foot train would hinder my dance moves and the veil might impede my drinking.
|Vintage wedding dress & veil (car boot sale), vintage cocktail rings (Bring & buy 20p each), 1960's pearl chandelier earrings (Inherited), Barry M turquoise nails & neon pink lipstick|
Eventually I'll chop it to mini length and dye it bubblegum pink but in the meantime it's a great outfit to wear to peg the washing out and to scare the neighbours.