I loved my wedding dress and I have no idea what happened to it. We went overseas for some years and it must have gotten lost then. It was a light blue background with small flowers on it; frankly sort of a hippie dress, gathered at the waist, rounded neck. I got a light blue shirt for my husband and painted similar flowers up the front of his shirt. It was a long distance courtship (he said we had to get married; he either had to marry me or Ma Bell and I was younger, because he couldn't afford us both!).
When I told him, over the phone about the fabric I was so excited about it that he said, "If you like it that much you should have bought the whole bolt. I went back and did! and made us a bedspread and curtains out of it. All gone now, after only 40 years!
We had arranged our marriage on one of his visits and were married in a small Catholic mission church with 20+ immediate family and friends standing right around the alter. We got to choose our readings and our vows (simpler days then). The priest asked my mom to give us the final blessing at the end and she burst into tears, got mad at herself and said, "No one told me this was going to be so beautiful!" and then she blessed us properly. It was the perfect wedding!!!!! Of course, having the perfect man helps.