I am frequently asked if I wore a white wedding gown. Of course. But, even better, it was couture.
(Advantage number 27 to getting married later in life – a budget.)
But, my dress, more than just being dreamy, showed me that I had chosen the right man.
Susan, my designer told me during one fitting, “Whatever you do, don’t drink red wine in this dress.” Sigh. She was right. Half way through the reception I realized somehow, what appeared to be, an entire glass of red wine had been spilled down the front of my dress. Eee-gads.
Friends tried to help blot out the stain in the ladies room. It helped. But, it was still there. Being the “more mature” bride, I did not let it ruin my trip around the room in the conga line. I did what any LBB would do. I switched to white.
The next morning, as I began to pack for our trip to Hawaii (for two weeks, baby – another budgetary LBB advantage!), Husband proceeded to research red wine removal tricks on the Internet. Within minutes, he was on his hands and knees in the kitchen, wedding dress draped over 2 kitchen chairs (did I mention it had an extensive train?), blotting out the stain with hydrogen peroxide. He spent 6 hours doing this. While I packed. Until his hands turned white. Just like my dress.