by Renee Lanier McKown, a truly Altered Bride. Southern bred through and through, I met a Yankee who wooed and wooed. He dropped to one knee and asked me to be his bride, I screamed "YES" and tears of joy I cried. Then excitement set in or maybe it was panic, or stress? I had so much to plan, the flowers, the invitations, and the dress! I tried on gown after gown and nothing seemed to do, I needed a break, so to my future Boston area in-laws I flew. My sister-in-law knew of my feelings of bridal gown defeat, So she set up a couple of appointments on Newbury Street. The first stop didn't go so well. And back into a depression I fell. Then after lunch, and a couple of glasses of wine, We looked at our watches and realized it was time. We strolled down the block, took the elevator for a ride, And before we knew it we were at The Altered Bride. The ladies were charming and the gowns were divine. And soon I was saying, "This is it, this one is mine!" Then the ladies made me the most beautiful gown, And on March 31st I married my husband and changed me name to McKown. Thank you, thank you for helping me feel the greatest sense of pride. And I will always remember my trips to Boston, and The Altered Bride!