Marry Song

I finished sewing my dress! Alright, almost finished sewing my dress. I might add a ruffle or two. Unfortunately it has no scalloping, ribbon or netting and it's very simple, on par with my very basic sewing skills, however it's certainly asymmetrical and I can confirm that it billows, bubbles and blows. I shan't spoil the surprise for those joining me at the upcoming wedding but in lieu of photographs of my Frankenstein-like creation, here are a few pictures from Guy and Mae's beautiful wedding which we went to in Sydney in the warmer half of February. Wylie's baths provided the perfect backdrop to the spectacular event.

The dress was vintage, setting me back only $1 from a charity store, the shoes and handbag also thrifted.
The head piece is my great grandmothers, from the 1920s, I believe.

Darn, I just realised I'll probably have to shave my legs (the dress is certainly not the floor length kind), another month and I could have platted the hairy hair on my legs. C'est la vie. I learnt that phrase from B*witched. I surprise myself by how cultured I am sometimes.