Maybe it's because everyone asks, "So, how are the wedding plans coming?" Umm. Fine. I think. And then the next question, "Are you stressed?" Umm. No. Should I be?
The fact that they mentioned this though makes me feel like we must be missing something. But we just did one daughter's wedding, so it's not like we don't know how these things go.
We can check off church, venue, pastor, DJ, photographer, bride's dress, bridesmaid dresses, engagement pictures. We're meeting with the florist, and Amber's making the invites. What are we missing?
It's the MOB dress. Because that's the other question. "Have you found your dress yet?"
I don't know why getting the mother-of-the-bride dress really is such a big deal. But if you look at any wedding site, there is always a whole section for what is appropriate for the mother of the bride and groom to wear.
|Mother-of-the-bride dress, aka prom dress for the middle-aged|
Kind of hideous. In pastel shades with names like "moss" or "choral," they're made of heavy polyester. And, they're hot. Not hot as in your-mom-is-a-hottie. But hot as in I'm-getting-a trickle-of-sweat-running-down-the-inside-of-my-pantyhose.
The other extreme. The Queen Mother of the Bride
Not the look for the MOB
I got lucky with Amber's wedding. I scored with the first and only dress I tried on. I saw the perfect one online at Nordstrom's for $298. I found it at Penney's for $98. There was just one left in my size, half off. With my $10 coupon, I snagged it for $39. I loved that dress. It was short, simple, and I didn't get a trickle of sweat running down my leg.
|The first time around|
Spandex? Curve hugging? Alluring skin? Flattering? ...Serious?
Good grief. What 50-year-old woman has the right to wear a spandex dress, let alone to her daughter's wedding? There are just two rules for the mother of the bride: 1) don't be trashy, and 2) don't make a scene.
I'm going for something that won't be embarrassing. After all, it's the bride's day. Our beautiful daughter is marrying her best friend. He's a wonderful man who cherishes her. We love him and couldn't be happier.
On Paige's day, I'm going to be her cheerleader. And, I won't be wearing spandex.
P.S. I still haven't come up with a new name for my blog. But I did finally get a check from Google for their advertising. I figure that I've netted approximately 12 cents an hour blogging for the last two years.
Pink dress from: http://www.amazon.com/Mother-Bride-Formal-Evening-Dress/dp/B0053ELL1K/ref=pd_sbs_a_12