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Silver And Lace

I always cry at weddings, maybe because I develop a certain bond with the bride during the months of wedding preparations and jitters. It is much more so, when the bride has been my client and friend since her prom or debut. I would go on and make her first suits for work, her gown when she becomes a bride's maid and then the trousseau for her big day.
I met Angela ten years ago, she with the toothsome smile, our fittings would go on for hours because of the hilarious banter that goes in between. When she messaged me her happy news last year, we met up and she brought her mother's well preserved wedding gown. It was to be our inspiration for her unique design, a simple gored gown in silk Gazar with a hood fashioned from French lace.
I was filled with joy looking at her as I was fixing her lace hood before her bridal march. And as I saw her hug her father at the other end of the aisle, I could already feel warm happy tears streaming down my cheeks.

Angela's beautiful family

Angela's Matrons of Honor and Bride's Maids 

Shrine of the Sacred Heart of Jesus

Little flowers make lovely bouquets

Cutest flower girls sang the Lord's Prayer


Chickoy and Angela with the wedding entourage

Best wishes to the happy couple!

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  1. Leah PuyatMonday, January 30, 2012 at 10:01:00 AM GMT+8

    Dearest JC , so touching! I love Angela, I remember when she helped me choose my Jewelmer accessory for the Preview best dressed party, and then I've bonded with her at dinners with the Genuino clan. The dress is so timeless and chic, just like the bride, and you,of course! Bravo!

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  2. My Refrigerator DoorSunday, March 11, 2012 at 9:23:00 PM GMT+8

    Thank you very much Leah!
    I remember that beautiful brooch you wore!

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