Wedding Dress Wars | Wedding Dress Wars
Jun.15.2009
We walked in to our nieces and nephews singing “Chapel of Love,” and I couldn’t not sing along. We had our families gathered around us, my amazing son and daughter-in-law, and Sam’s amazing daughter Laura and prodigal son Daniel (we thought he was in Turkey!) We declared ourselves to each other...
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Jun.14.2009
I knew it would only be a matter of time before they came to get me, so when the black SUV pulled up in front of my house it wasn't a total surprise. Four of them hustled me out the door, forcing me to look down at the pavement as I was placed in the back seat.
We drove across a bridge and up into...
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Jun.11.2009
"What's the matter with you," Sona asked with a twinkle, "you don't like to go shopping?" She was referring not only to my near-disastrous adventure in the world of bridal couture, but the fact that--get this--I'd also arranged to have a pair of shoes custom-made for my wedding...
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Jun.05.2009
And then there were three:
Robert's dress is turning out kind of "mother of the pumpkin bride" in a Disney cartoon. Yes, it's a weird color...but it fits and it feels wonderful (all satiny on the inside, with a gorgeous lining)...best news of all is that I have had my last fitting. I've...
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Jun.02.2009
Sheila sent me a supportive and encouraging email before Fitting # 6, that said (among many other things): "No one should go with you tomorrow...if the design is fabulous the three of you can revel in the success. It should be between you and Robert at this point. Do not bring your new dress...
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Jun.02.2009
After that last disaster of a fitting, I went home and cried. My feeling was this: at two weeks before my wedding, I should be engaged in frivolous and lacy activities such as spa days and accessorizing--not wondering what I'm going to wear. And at that moment I was also flooded with grief over my...
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May.31.2009
There was a moment--I think it was fitting #3--when everything was fine. Robert's dress (actually the muslin that would become the dress' pattern) fit better; the toga draping was minimized; some magical and lovely thing had happened to the back; there was a petal-ish opening to the front of the...
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May.28.2009
Robert’s dress fittings take place in his pattern-maker Sylvie’s studio, a small space south of market where every inch of wall and floor are filled with her own fanciful creations, many of which feature fabric rosettes. So, even though I never would have thought this up on my own, my wedding...
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May.25.2009
When we last left our heroes, I was resigning myself to looking like John Belushi at my wedding, Sheila was getting ready to punch out the dress designer, and Audrey had succumbed to her inner new-age-post-modern poet. Susanne was in Miami and New York, but happy to start a new dress search if only...
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May.20.2009
The usual suspects were all unavailable to attend that first wedding dress fitting (real-life excuses ranged from "my husband is having surgery" to "I'll be on a plane to visit my aging father" to "I have to take a friend to her oncologist"...facts of middle-aged...
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