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I Turned My Late Mom’s ’80s Wedding Dress Into a Bridal Mini for My Own Big Day
Olivia Morelli·VOGUE·2026-06-03 16:35:22·1 view
“The dress inadvertently became my something old, new, borrowed, and blue, and ensured that my mom was a part of one of the most important days of my life,” writes Olivia Morelli, as she recounts the emotional process of reworking fabric from her late mother’s wedding dress into her own bridal look.
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I Turned My Late Mom’s ’80s Wedding Dress Into a Bridal Mini for My Own Big Day
“The dress inadvertently became my something old, new, borrowed, and blue, and ensured that my mom was a part of one of the most important days of my life,” writes Olivia Morelli, as she recounts the emotional process of reworking fabric from her late mother’s wedding dress into her own bridal look.
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