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.