Let’s say you were going to the opera

And let’s say that opera was the Marriage of Figaro. What would you wear?

A wedding dress? Of course you would.

I found this beauty at a vintage shop and even though I’m already hitched I had to have it.

I’m getting it shortened so it will be more of a ballet length as opposed to an I’m-going-to-the-chapel length. (I’ll post the “after” shot along with the big reveal of my Hammer pants post-makeover.)

I’m guessing the dress is from the sixties. But the spookiest part about it? The initials sewn inside — they’re mine.

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