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I despise reality TV. But I
was aware of a show called, ‘Say Yes to the Dress’. Just from the ads I saw, it
involved a lethal combination of divas and their search for a weddings dress - talk about drama.
I cannot decide which would be more annoying of
two scenarios. First there was the episode following the southern girl with her
mother in tow trying to make sure she chose some gown that involved a hoop
skirt, cathedral train, and required a cadre of young girls to keep it
perfectly aligned as she glided down the aisle like a float in the Tournament
of Roses parade.
Then they featured the girl from Staten Island,
whose voice would rip wallpaper clean off the wall, who stated right up front,
she liked sexy and bling as she shook her long bleached tresses from her face.
Spare me.
My husband asked me if our daughter had even
considered wearing my wedding dress. It is a good thing I didn't get my feelings hurt because both of my daughters made it very clear they did not plan
to wear my wedding dress when they got married. In fact only their polite southern upbringing thinly veiled their
disgust over the fashion of my day or lack thereof.
So my mother wore an elegant sleeveless satin
gown with a fitted lace bodice over it (and her 18 inch waist) and my daughter planned to
wear a slender white lace gown that fit her tall thin figure. Then there was
me, who chose something more like a fairy tale. Don't think Cinderella, my gown
was more akin to the dress Princess Fiona wore - after she kissed her Prince.
As life moved on I went with my daughter for the
fitting of her wedding gown. The store or rather I should say boutique was in
Charleston and specialized in upscale designer gowns and the owner took very
good care of her customers.
The appointment ahead of us was running a little
late, so I took that time to look through the racks of gowns. The styles had
changed a lot since the days of my provincial gown. In fact thinking back on
it, comparatively speaking, my gown looked like something out of a bad opera before
the fat lady sang. These gowns were breathtaking, well most were. Some were a little over the top
(after all, one had to cater to the divas.)
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