A wedding dress skips a generation

I spent some time on a personal project that holds great meaning for me.
My beautiful niece Angela is marrying soon, and she will be wearing her grandmother's- my mother's- wedding dress for the ceremony.
It is impossible to overstate how much it means to Angela's mom- my sister Betsi- and me and her other aunts, that Angela made the  choice to wear the dress of the grandmother she never knew, but who would have loved her beyond description.
My own grandmother made this dress for her daughter's wedding, 66 years ago.  The dress was originally white; though professional cleaning helped brighten it, it is now ivory, and some darker discoloration was impossible to remove.  It fit nearly perfectly and needed only minor alterations.
I didn't have the expertise to make the alterations myself, but I sourced lace-covered buttons to replace the badly discolored originals, and laid my hands to this dress which was made by my grandmother's hands for my mother, and will be worn by my beloved niece.
No spoilers, so no photos of the dress or my mom's wedding pictures, until after Angela's wedding day.  But here's a peek at the button replacements.