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Choosing the colors for our wedding wasn't hard. I wanted to go with something that was autumn and popular colors back in 1968 were burnt orange and deep olive green. Several of my bridesmaids could sew so we found a pattern and the materials we needed and I delivered the goods to the girls who could sew and set about sewing for the one who couldn't thread a needle.
Yes, in addition to making my own gown I was now making a bridesmaid dress and to be sure that all the headpieces would be the same, I made those as well. As I look back, I shake my head. How in the world did I get it all done?
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A penny in the shoe for luck. |
Amazingly the dresses all came out pretty much the same even though there were multiple seamstresses. My maid of honor was designated by a little different color in her dress.
Like all bridesmaid dresses, I'm sure they were never worn again.
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