What's happening there is the 1960s, mainstream American wedding trying to be groovy with a far out hot pink and orange combo. They aren't squares! (But still hanging onto those chapel veils.)
Like this:
Can't you just smell the Aquanet and Dippity-Do?
By the seventies, the little veils were gone, replaced by the romantic floppy hat, and daisies replaced carnations.
Dark amethyst, a line, chiffon strap almost cap sleeves, corset laced back, bride did require the modesty panel. Pretty basic, non offensive dress.
Until the Zombie Momzilla came along, and feasted on brains until we got a Zombie Bridezilla.
So to wedding up those dresses....
1 - Neon purple glitter tulle ruffle on hem.
2 - Neon purple glitter tulle sash with an explosion of a bow on the ass.
3 - Neon pink, orange and lime faux flowers, covered with some festive gold glitter, in a bouquet explosion to cover the corset lacing and flop down the exploded tulle to hang from ones ass.
And for headwear - the same damn tulle and flowers in a hairline level headband.
As such, I hate on floral head gear to this day. It all looks bad to me.
I fucking love these pictures. Especially the 50's-80's ones. They are fucking hilarious.
I wish I could find a picture of my aunt's wedding. There was a lot of white tulle, and biiiiiiig floppy hats with flower accents. Their wedding song, I'm told, was 'Endless Love'.
'Walking In a Winter WTF' is going to be my theme song this winter. Actually, if we have a pre-Christmas party at my house, I'm going to hang up a banner that says that.
At first I thought they were lady-scarecrow outfits, and they had birds perched on their hats,and then realized those were angel wings in the background.
Which still explains nothing about this.
What is on that child's head?????? Are those yarn Holly Hobby braids?
Why are these women being swallowed by my great-auntie's Thanksgiving tablecloth?
Or are they some kind of Hee-Haw dance team coven?
Tagging this thread and also will say that I attended a "cleavage wedding" where I was a BM and my dress was super booby. That was how the bride wanted it apparently and the bride and her MOM showed even more boob than me! Some of the pictures are almost pornographic.
I once had to wear a strapless bridesmaids dress with a train. It wasn't even a formal wedding! We had to pay to get bustles put into the dresses. And there were also sashes that were super long to go with the train we had to have fixed, too. It was terrible. And the kicker? All of us and the bride all preferred a halter-style tea-length gown from the same designer, which they didn't have to try on in her color at the store we were at....but the bride seriously didn't realize you could order any dress in any color and any length. We had strapless dresses and trains because the bride was totally ignorant. Even after explaining it. At length. Ugh.
@mandymost ignorance is hilarious. My first friend got married at age 20. In a southern state. In July.
We wore formal, A-line, full-length taffeta gowns for an afternoon wedding with a reception in the church hall. We just had no idea. She found the gowns in a JC-Penny catalog and we thought they were appropriate.
(The dresses were very nice and I don't cringe at the photos at all, for what that's worth.)
Re: Spin-off: Share the Ugliest Bridesmaid Dresses
I'm the fuck out.
Until then,
Dark amethyst, a line, chiffon strap almost cap sleeves, corset laced back, bride did require the modesty panel. Pretty basic, non offensive dress.
Until the Zombie Momzilla came along, and feasted on brains until we got a Zombie Bridezilla.
So to wedding up those dresses....
1 - Neon purple glitter tulle ruffle on hem.
2 - Neon purple glitter tulle sash with an explosion of a bow on the ass.
3 - Neon pink, orange and lime faux flowers, covered with some festive gold glitter, in a bouquet explosion to cover the corset lacing and flop down the exploded tulle to hang from ones ass.
And for headwear - the same damn tulle and flowers in a hairline level headband.
As such, I hate on floral head gear to this day. It all looks bad to me.
I'm the fuck out.
I'm the fuck out.
I'm the fuck out.
I'm the fuck out.