My son Patrick is getting married to a lovely Australian girl, Cherie, next month and we are all so excited. The wedding will be in the Yarra Valley, an Australian wine region near Melbourne, Victoria. Cherie has organised the wedding and I know it will be beautiful.
There is only one small matter nagging at me. I have been waiting six months for an epiphany…on what to wear to the wedding. When I was in Australia last November I thought I might find the perfect dress. I didn't. When I was in Hong Kong earlier in the month, I thought I might find the perfect dress. I didn't. So yesterday…I went on the hunt for the perfect dress in Connecticut.
I learned a very important lesson yesterday. It is never a good idea to walk into a bridal shop and announce that you are looking for a dress, off the rack, with no time to spare. The chances of finding "the dress" in your size is next to nil..especially if you are not a size 2, 4 or 6 and so on.
I looked at the rack and sighed…I knew right away that this was not the "look" I was going for. I would have snuck out of the shop if the saleswoman was not on my heels trying to help. I explained that I was the mother of the groom, the wedding was next month, in Australia and I was flying back to Vietnam tomorrow and would take care of alterations there. I thought for sure that would be the end of the story…but she said not to worry, she would find the perfect dress for me. I was dubious.
I waited in the changing room and watched one taffeta creation after another float into the room. Because I am the sort of person that I am, I smiled politely and said..how interesting. Truth be told, I wanted to run out the door and lock myself in my car.
I persevered and as I suspected..many of the dresses were for petite framed women, of which I am not. She was determined to squeeze me into a lacy skirt the colour of mint julep and I quickly suggested she might be dreaming on that one.
She did manage to convince me to try on a full length burgundy taffeta creation with sparkling embellishments swirling around my waist line. It was hard not to laugh. I felt like the shy 13 years old girl again, in a dressing room with my mother, convincing me that I just had to suck it in and all would be well. This was not the feeling I was going for at 57.
I knew my time was up when she pulled out what she called a "bargain". It was somewhere between the colour of Dijon mustard and a lime…and it had one big enormous ruffle at the neckline, waistline AND….a large taffeta rosette to cover the derriere. I just couldn't…. I said it really was not me, muttered something along the lines of "I would think about it", stuffed her business card into my coat pocket and ran out the door.
It was an interesting experience and I learned a few things…an adult prom dress was not for me and I needed to rethink my strategy. I was looking for something more in tune with my style.
I picked up a few things in other shops, with a mind to have a dress made in Vietnam. I found a delicate Japanese kimono inspired waist jacket which might do the trick. I am going to go for Plan A, Plan B and Plan C…and I have just under a month to do it. The nice thing about Vietnam is that anything is possible.
On that note, I am signing off with #20 of my 28 Day Writing Challenge. It is hard to believe I have written 20 posts already when I only published 41 posts in all of 2014. I am a 2-3 posts behind where I want to be but my overall batting average is looking pretty good.
Again..you are so kind to follow along. My gratitude knows no bounds. Thank you!
28 Day Writing Challenge, #20
February 23, 2015
From a view to my luggage
bound for Vietnam
Collage of Life
28 Day Writing Challenge
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#20 The Mother of the Groom Dress
Excerpt of a painting: A young boy, Frederick Cooper by Sir Nathaniel Dance-Holland, 1735-1811