The scene of the cutting of the duchesse satin!
I am glad to say that since my first official wedding dress (my own! a mere almost 17 years ago) I have now successfully completed a second one, and the wedding day went well, with no catastrophes. I admit to having spent a restless night before the big day, dreaming of the things that could go wrong, no doubt inspired by this wonderfully funny passage from Anthony Trollope's "Barchester Towers" which I had just been reading, whereby a sofa in a crowded room is given a hefty shove, with the following result -
The sofa rushed from its moorings and ran half-way into the middle of the room [where] Mrs. Proudie was standing.. ... She was beginning to be stately, stiff, and offended, when unfortunately the castor of the sofa caught itself in her lace train, and carried away there is no saying how much of her garniture. Gathers were heard to go, stitches to crack, plaits to fly open,flounces were seen to fall, and breadths to expose themselves; a long ruin of rent lace disfigured the carpet, and still clung to the vile wheel on which the sofa moved.
I feared that the chiffon overlay which I had hand-stitched in place might somehow get stepped upon and a Trollopian disaster would ensue! But I need not have feared, and the Bride looked very beautiful and radiant, which just goes to show that there's no need for the modern bride to succumb to the immodest bridal fashions of today.
May they be richly blessed in their marriage.