June’s of Atlanta

Personal endorsement: For my wedding last year, I chose to wear the dress my mother wore in 1969—a lace sheath that was once ivory but had turned a shade of buttermilk—and the mantilla lace veil my grandmother wore in 1939, which looked as sepia-toned as the photographs from that day. To get the stains out, I took them both to June’s of Atlanta. The pieces came back perfectly ivory with just a hint of vintage color, and June told me glowingly that she’d spent an entire weekend on them. —Mary Logan Bikoff