Weekend Update

Still hobbling around like a crone. The worst thing is the fashion limitations! The only shoes I can get over my ace bandages would not win kudos from Patricia Field or her wardrobe avatar, Carrie Bradshaw. No Manolo’s here.

Speaking of fashion, I spent Saturday marathon shopping for wedding dresses with my daughter, who is getting married next year. Oh, to be young and thin. I’d even settle for thin. Everything, and I mean everything, looked terrific on her. And I swear, it’s not motherly prejudice. In a previous century she might not embody the ideal, but in this one she has the perfect supermodel figure.

This is our fourth or fifth dress expedition, and she’s finally found the one she wants. Describing it sounds like something out of one of my books, if I wrote historical romance: ivory tulle with gold Spanish lace and intricate beading, by Pronovias, of Barcelona! How’s that for romantic? I wish I could show you a picture, but these wedding companies bring out a new collection every year and they don’t always keep pictures of previous collections. Very annoying.

I wore a floor length Laura Ashley dress to my wedding. Remember Laura Ashley? Mine was white cotton with a high, Victorian neck and a ruffle at the bottom. I could have worn it to the beach as easily as to my wedding. With it I wore a silver and amethyst brooch that belonged to my grandmother, no veil, and a band of baby’s breath in my hair. Can you guess when I got married?

How about you? What did your wedding dress look like?