My parents had my older half-sister in their wedding, she and mom had "mother-daughter" vows. My mother made her dress (it weighs fifteen lbs), my dad made his garb and my elder sister's.
The bride did not see her gown 'til the morning of the wedding - she was blindfolded for all of the fittings. The groom designed and handmade the the bride's, MOTB's, MOTG's, most of the bridesmaid's gowns, and the all but two of the men's outfits as well. The bride and groom met while employed at the PA Ren Faire, where he bribed her into dating him by making a gown for her to wear to her sorority formal. The rest is, as they say, history.
I can't tell if this is a vintage picture of a renaissance fair wedding or a modern one on Instagram... AM I LOSING MY INTERNET POWERS? Panicked introspection aside, I love the subtle ruffles on the bride's collar. Elizabethian without being too virgin queen, if you get my drift.
My husband proposed at the Rennissance Festival where I have performed belly dancing. Our fall wedding had a similar theme (reception included belly dancing, contact juggling, poi and even a zombie!) After much convincing (and a little booze), he agreed to cut the cake with one of my dance swords! Everyone got a kick out of it!
For the Shire? For England? For Honor? For Narnia? So many medieval causes to raise your sword for. I guess in this case it's "for us!"