The handkerchief my godmother gave me for my first communion that she carried in her wedding. I asked the florist to wrap it around the bouquet but she just kind of draped it from the front, so it was a little more formal of a look than I was going for. But still pretty.
Dress, shoes, one of those things.
My earrings I borrowed from my mom. Quite literally borrowed because the night before I realized I didn’t have the earrings I was going to wear, the ones I bought my dress to match to. Oops. Apparently it’s bad luck to wear pearls on your wedding day, but so far no catastrophes in our marriage yet. They were pretty much the only jewelry I wore that day.
Also borrowed, my mother’s rosary.