It seems like the more I have to blog about the less time I have to blog. Know what I mean?I did mention earlier that my older son is getting married May 5 next year. Traditionally, the Mother of the Groom is something of a peripheral participant in preparations. However, the bride's mom is several states away, so I get to be more involved that your standard MOG. Totally excellent.
And I should mention that I already love my future daughter. She is accomplished, beautiful, funny, and down-to-earth. She fits in with us so well that I thought of her as a part of the tribe from the very beginning.
And so, I was honored and delighted to be invited along with her friends to shop for The Dress. I'm not posting any photos, of course, in case certain family members stumble in here. (You know who you are. Yes, I see you.)
She's looking for something elegant with clean lines. I am pleased that she's avoiding the mostly-bare-boob mountain-o'-fabric monstrosities that seem to be so popular just now. Mind you, if that's what would make her happiest I'd be all for it. As I keep telling my son, It's her day her way.
She tried on quite a few: ballgowns and mermaids, A-lines and endless variations on the theme, all lovely in their own way. We gathered around each one, tugging at this, smoothing that, chattering amongst ourselves on the merits and flaws of the frock. This one is very flattering, this one has beautiful bead work, that one would be great if we snipped off that damned silk flower. The bride as princess, surrounded by her attendants.
And finally, she emerged from the dressing room glowing. Clearly, this was The One, her dress, the one that had been waiting patiently for her to find it. The sales girl pinned a veil in place and the tears began to flow. Perfect.
P.S. I can't end without posting this photo. An Amish bride and her flower girl were trying on gowns in the section next to ours. If I had the right, I'd post a photo of this little girl's face - she was so delighted with herself. Her grandma looks pretty proud too, doesn't she?
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Congratulations! How nice that you are fond of your daughter-in;law-to-be!
I'm kind or surprised that an Amish bride would shop for a wedding dress in a regular shop. For some reason I would have expected the Amish to not spend so much money on something worn only once. This is an eye opener for me.
EG, I was surprised at that too. Also by the Canon Rebel that Amish Grandma was using.
That is very cool. How nice that you are included in all this.
I am totally surprised by the Amish photo. Could they have been Mennonite?
English, Could be. I don't really know how they're different. But the contrast between the older woman's traditional garb and the little girl's was something I couldn't resist shooting.
Congratulations and that's great that you get along so well with your soon to be daughter in law.
For now I'm not doing anything with my camera. I think some of my technically minded friends might have ideas about taking it apart to see if they can clean it up and make it work but that's very remote.
Carver, they're going to take your camera apart? You have amazing friends. If it were my friends doing it, I'd plan on making windchimes or funky jewelry out of the pieces.
Lovely that you can be so involved. My daughter is getting married next April and for now I am sharing via e-mail.....love the photo..
I am shocked at seeing the Amish in a bridal store. They are a very, very humble and plain group of people. An Amish bride wears a plain blue dress with a kepp, apron and a shawl. Emphasis is much more on the food afterwards.
I am shocked at seeing the Amish in a bridal store. They are a very, very humble and plain group of people. An Amish bride wears a plain blue dress with a kepp, apron and a shawl. Emphasis is much more on the food afterwards.
Tresa, it surprised me, too. I was surprised that the grandma had a DSLR camera, too.
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