Nice day for a 50s wedding

Today I hit the vintage jackpot at a Houston shop that sort of looks like a house featured on Hoarders, minus the dead animals and poop and stuff. I dug around for hours and was giddy as I uncovered gem after gem from the 1940s and 50s. I was the only one in the shop, besides the shopkeeper and his cat that was laying on his back on the checkout counter. It was heaven. I have to take pictures of everything, which will take a while, but to whet your appetite here's a picture of the breathtaking lace and tulle strapless wedding gown I found that just happened to fit me perfectly:

If I were getting married any time soon I would seriously consider wearing this dress.