At Some Point, I’ll Need A Dress, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:55am
Caveat: nothing below is either immediate or final.
Essential knowledge: 1) my daughter is getting married in September of the coming year, outdoors, at a coastal site in the general vicinity of the Bay Area where it’s often but not always foggy and almost never, ever hot 2) she has not yet bought her dress.
I am beyond happy for her.
What might I wear? If she chooses something casual, maybe this? Nothing like a rainbow to remind us that light can fracture into hope. Not to mention that one must apparently wear ugly shoes to be hip but that’s easily ignored.
Or something intellectual, because I find fractals calming and also boisterous? The champagne joy of life expanding.
But that’s perhaps a tad severe, too neutral. Maybe burnt orange, as a nod to the fall season? Love me some Pleats Plus.
I think not so front and center. Nothing can take away from a bride, especially as in that dress I’d match her hair, but perhaps I want more muted, diffuse. (Also how would one wear a coat or shawl over those sleeves?) sjstubbs wore Zimmerman to her daughter’s wedding, and looked gorgeous. This is from next year’s collection. Little butterflies hang from the belt. Mariposas.
Finally, to add yet more greenery to the scenery, and assuming I were to throw pecuniary caution to the wind, behold this confection. It floats. Oh Oscar, why so delicious?
We’re going actual shopping for my daughter’s dress in November. So you can expect at least one more of these posts before September, 2025. While, weddings are dreams, even dreaming Sturdy Gals want to be warm outside for a ceremony and dinner but not overheated when we head indoors for wild dancing into the night.
Have a spectacular weekend, everyone. And let’s help get out the vote across the country.
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