I had no idea!
As we’re getting closer to the Big Day my nerves are fraying as fast as the days are passing. It’s taken us months to decide on the venue, find the wedding dress, book the music, flowers, lighting, drapery (don’t ask!) etc., etc, and more ETC. It’s bigger than a Broadway production, but hopefully, with not as big of a budget (fingers crossed). But in addition to all the hard work a Mother of the Bride has to do for planning the event, she also has to look good at the wedding. That not only means buying a special M.O.B dress (done!), but also (gulp) accessorizing it (not done).
I’ve already written about the dilemma I faced finding the perfect dress (Should I Say Yes To The Dress?, Saying Yes To The Dress (UPDATE), Sometimes Yes To The Dress Is A No), and thanks to the help of many readers of this blog, I finally made my choice. All I can say is “Thank God for the Internet! ” I’ve never been one for clothes shopping, but it can be especially challenging when you’re a recovering agoraphobic. My usual mode of buying new clothes is to just not buy them – My husband loves me for this. But as M.O.B the pressure was on and I was really feeling it.
I tried one day of shopping for a dress with my friend Marie. But let’s face it, the M.O.B isn’t exactly the B.R.I.D.E, so no one is really paying attention to us at all. We’re just the breed mare that brought the bride into the world, so no one gives a hoot what the hell we’re wearing. I learned that at the first wedding boutique Marie and I checked out. The store was filled with hundreds of bridal gowns (all priced in four figures) but the salesgirl (who after fifteen minutes finally approached us) pointed to one pathetic rack of faded M.O.B dresses off in the corner.
“Those are all we’ve got,” she explained. “If you can fit into one of those, you can buy it. Good luck!”
Those were the last words we ever heard from her as she moved on to help a blushing (and much more lucrative) bride-to-be and we sorted through size 4’s of the ugliest colors you’ve ever seen. I don’t even think these were colors. These were what finger paint looks like when your four-year-old mixes all the colors together and spills them on your rug.
One day in wedding boutique-hell was all I needed.
I went online and tried Nordstrom. Unlike a wedding boutique, an online site can care less if you’re a M.O.B, a B.R.I.D.E, or the C.A.T.E.R.E.R. There were hundreds of dresses, and the good news was that every time I liked one of these dresses, I just clicked on it and in a few days that dress showed up magically at my doorstep. In any size or sizes I wanted!
I felt like Goldilocks: “No, this one is too big.” “This one is too small!” “This one is the wrong color and makes me look hippy!” I finally found the perfect dress, but in a green and my daughter’s wedding color is blue.
I persevered, kept checking the online wedding site, and finally found the same dress in “Wedgwood Blue.” Thank you, Nordstrom’s Purchasing Agent, whoever you are! The dress was a petite, but I was willing to squeeze myself into it for my daughter’s sake. I waited anxiously every day for that UPS truck to bring it, and a few weeks ago it arrived. And Voila!!! – It fits!!!! More importantly, the bride (my daughter) likes it. So here it is – the winner:
I packed up the last of the Nordstrom rejects a few days ago, mailed them back, and I am now on a first name basis with the UPS guy.
Now, it’s time for accessories.
Do I go with silver (to highlight my hair) or gold (always a favorite)? What kind of necklace, earrings, bracelet, and evening bag? I’m hyperventilating from all the choices I have to make. In the meantime, there are still catering tastings to go to, invitations that have to be sent out, wines to choose, flowers to order, etc., etc., and more ETC.
I haven’t worked this hard since I was in labor.
(Here’s a collage with some of my choices. Since all of you did such a great job helping me pick out my dress, any suggestions to build the rest of my M.O.B outfit is much appreciated.)
(If you enjoyed these posts, you might enjoy: A Few Words About Being A Mom)