My mum had a beautiful mexican wedding dress that my dad bought secretly for her as her mother was controlling her wedding (it was a shotgun, she was 17 and pregnant with me). In the end, mum was too scared to wear it and wore what her mum had preorganized.

When I got married, I really wanted to wear the mexican dress my mother couldn't wear. But I never did, I can't remember why (gosh it was 10 years ago almost ), but I think it was something to do with the fabric and it being quite old and falling apart a bit.

Maybe next time.

I got rid of my wedding dress along with my marriage a few years ago. It was already dated bad then, there is no way my daughter would wear it one day. It was puffy and sequinned and nothing like me or her anyway.