Here lies a once beautiful silk 1930s wedding gown, resplendent with silvery bugle beading and the most flattering of bias cut. But alas, she was fated to never grace another slender body again for she was fatally flawed. Plagued with the dreaded dyness so many vintage dresses suffer. But before she fell to pieces, she offered up this swan song, holding it together for her last grasp at glory only to shred along every seam immediately after. Once the dryness was detected I just started tearing and well, the effect was rather beautiful so I documented it. Sigh...at least I saved the beading and hope to use it again to embellish another dress.
Her former self...
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