You're past the ball gown, Cinderella stage. Or maybe you were the sleek, slim sophisticate in a skimming chiffon slip dress. Well, no longer feeling the need for a ball gown, and no longer being sleek and slim, I wanted something more, well, me.
First, we were going to get married here in my garden. I have a lovely old willow tree with a huge 3 foot trunk that graces the yard, roses and a grape arbor, you know--do the whole backyard party thing with a few (80) of my closest friends and family. I thought sundresses and sandals and chocolate-dipped strawberries and lots of champagne on a lovely western June evening. But, things evolve.
Now we have decided to fly to Michigan for the wedding, so My Good Man's Mum can be there, and my family from New Hampshire. My children are scattering to various adventures and commitments from there, so we will return to a newly remodeled, though quiet love nest for the summer.
So, even though the wedding will not be in the garden, instead in a small chapel outside Detroit, I still wanted a dress that said 'me'. This is my compromise, which really is none at all, because it's soft and fluid rayon, with an off-beat style, yet the white makes it bridal, a symbol of the purity of our love. I know my Mom won't care for it being white, but I feel brand new in this love, and white it shall be.
Blue skies,Lark
