Soon after the wedding I sent the dress to a dye company in London for a colour change to mauve (the lace turned out to a darker mauve) and I wore this dress to all the dinner dances I could up to the mid 1970s - really so that I got my monies worth. At least my dress was different from everyone else.
Soon after the wedding, I gave away the long veil and headress (artificial lily of the valley) to a young girl who lived up the road from me. She did so want a white wedding but could not afford the outfit, so a friend lent her the dress and the veil and headress from me.
Sadly a few years later I put on weight and I can only recall ever being able to fit into the dress again on one occasion only, but I kept it for the memory anyway, packed carefully in a suitcase in the loft.




