This happened in my pre-blog period 3 years ago, but I thought it should be written up, however tardily.
The wedding was to be on March 1st in a country church followed by a reception in a marquee. So, that ruled out 99% of traditional bridal fare, not that I was too keen on loosing my Saturday’s to traipsing round Berketex et al for a strapless silky looking frock. It was time to think imaginatively, and as the groom was a Scot with a lovely red tartan there were all sorts of possibilities before us.
After a wander along the Kings Road we went to a vintage clothing fair in Chelsea Town Hall and found this amazing, flocked dress for £60. It didn’t quite fit, needed underwear, a good clean and a lot of imagination. We decided to get it anyway, fully expecting it to end up as next Christmas’ party frock of choice.
Over the next few weeks it became apparent that bridal fayre was too awful to contemplate, and there just wasn’t anything between cruise wear collections and prom dresses that could possibly be suitable, so we decided to go with plan A.
The next step was to buy good underwear, the right shoes (which nearly gave the groom a heart attack when he saw they were black!) and get the scissors out. We decided to loose the top, and replace it with something a little more likely to keep the draughts out. A trip to Joel and son produced some black flocked net with sturdy corded silk to mount it on.
The next find was a beautifully fitted black velvet McQueen jacket which was hugely reduced in Liberty’s sale. From then on it was clear. The dress should have a corset style bustier to match the shape of the Rigby and Peller one underneath, and the skirt should have a net petticoat of several layers to accentuate the waist in the jacket.