A few weeks after the concert, Mama Goodlaff and I were in Ingrid's shop flipping through floral books, getting ideas for ceremony and reception flowers. We were about to leave the store when Ingrid halted us at the door, told us she'd be right back, and hustled of the shop. She came back with a mangled plastic bag--inside was her mom's balled up wedding dress from the 1950's. Ingrid handed the dress over to me. "Take it home, play with it, see if it's what you want," she told me. She told us it was her mom's dress from her first marriage, and though her mom didn't hold it in very high regard, Ingrid just couldn't bring herself to part with it.
Though it was yellowed with age, and the lace was stiff, and there were a few stains on the skirt, it was still a beautiful dress. It had elbow-length sleeves and a boat-neck top, with a sweetheart shaped satin lining underneath. I wish I had taken a picture of it before I began playing with the dress (it was very similar to the Dolly Couture San Marino), but I didn't.
Here's what it looked like: