I think I’ve mentioned before that two of my sons got married last summer. Five weeks apart, as a matter of fact. One got married the week before I went to San Francisco for RWA, and the other ceremony was a couple weeks after I returned.
Funny how mom doesn’t get a vote on the timing of important events like this ☺ You’d think they’d care that I was juggling two deadlines and two trips already for the summer when they made their plans. Not so much.
I actually thought I’d convinced my twenty-five year old son to wait until next summer. (There was the little matter of actually paying our share of two weddings to consider, as well.) After talking to him, he said, “Well, I’ll probably do what I’m told.” A huge sense of relief swept over me and I said, “Thank goodness.” He looked at me and said, “No, I mean by Carly.”
And so it began ☺
So I climbed on board the marathon wedding train (no pun intended) and started preparing. Which thankfully, for sons doesn’t include a whole lot, since I didn’t have a ton of time, juggling all these deadlines. You know the saying, the mother of the groom only needs to wear beige and keep her mouth shut? I figured one out of two wasn’t bad! Because the dress I bought was kinda sorta beige. Well, more champagne actually. And sparkly.
At least the first dress.
See I was afraid I wasn’t going to find anything so I went shopping with my husband (usually a mistake) and tried on dresses in front of him. What’s worse, I took his advice, forgetting his general guideline of fashion sense: if it clings, plunges and or reveals, it looks great. I was relieved. I had a dress—if I didn’t find anything I liked better.
A few weeks later I was in another town and went shopping--you guessed it--to see if I could find something I liked better. I found a dress in about the same color that didn’t cling, plunge or reveal. I decided it was more appropriate (read sedate) and bought it. Dress number two.
And then a week later I bought another dress. I was kind of in panic mode by now, because I wasn’t really in love with any of the dresses. This, I thought was the one. Maybe. Even though it did kind of plunge. Dress number three.
In the end, I tried on all three for my husband. (Yeah, I know, but there was no one else around.) We agreed that the third dress was best so the other two had to go back.
And for the next wedding? I wore something I already had in my closet. The last thing I needed was yet another long black dress since I already have three. And I've never loved shopping enough to want to go through the dress marathon again!
What is it about weddings that throw us in such a tizzy? Have you ever been in such a dither over what to wear to one? Or, like Kathleen Heigl in 27 Dresses, have you ever had to grit your teeth and don a hideous bridesmaid dress for a friend? Let’s talk about wedding wear—the good, the bad and the ugly ☺
