I’ve been actively shopping (and thinking about shopping even longer) for a dress to wear to Jen’s wedding. I equate dress shopping with bathing suit shopping, i.e. no fun at all. Not because of the wedding. Not at all. I’m looking forward to the wedding itself. It’s the business of trying to look appropriate at the wedding that is proving to be such a huge challenge. And it didn’t help that when I was seeking advice from co-workers about where to shop, one of them said, ‘Oh, you have to find MOB dress! Well, good luck with that!” MOB? I asked? “Mother of the Bride dress,” she said.
I hadn’t realized there was a particular style of dress one must wear when one is the mother of the Bride. And I truly had not realized it was the kind of dress that had it’s own acronym. And what an acronym!
Despite all that, I had bravely made a couple attempts to find a dress earlier on with little luck. I’d found beautiful dresses (most of which did not fit or weren’t quite dressy enough and some were just too dressy or simply not my style) and I quickly discovered that most salespeople and I have have very different ideas about what the mother of the bride should wear (though the horrible acronym began to make sense….). I’d found horrible dresses which I’d not even bothered to try.
With time growing short (the wedding is June 4th) I’d set aside the entire Victoria Day weekend to find a dress, and just to make sure I had enough time, took Friday off as well. That, I reasoned, would give me 4 days. Surely I could find a dress in 4 days!
Well, as it turned out I shopped for a bit Friday morning then met a friend for lunch. I confided my shopping woes to her as we ate and she began listing stores: “Have you tried ……? How about …..?” I had tried them all, with the results described above.
Then my wise and delightful friend suggested a store I’d not ever visited. Ever. So right after lunch I went there, and lo and behold…. After trying on several disasters, I found one that was actually pretty good! I’m not sure about rather large mum-like flower pined to the center of the front, but the salesladies seemed to think it was perfect for a wedding event. And especially perfect for a MOB dress.
The salesladies (yes, there was more than one “helping” me select, try on, and display the four dresses I ended up trying on at the shop–they, of course, loved each and every single one. I, however, liked only the one. The others were described as making me look “sophisticated” which may well be the case, but they certainly looked nothing like anything else I’d ever worn or even imagined or hoped to wear). I love this dress. It’s silk. It has flirty little layers that make it fun to wear. It has a removable little jacket, and can be easily dressed up or dressed down so it’s even something I can wear over and over. I love it!
Anyway, back to my point… the salesladies suggested I needed black pearls to wear with this dress. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen black pearls, but I dutifully went to a few jewelry stores to see if they had any and quickly realized that pearls of any colour were a little more costly than what I was imagining my own self wearing! But then I found this beauty:
pewter and pearls…
This photo does not do them justice, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder so you might not be as smitten as I, but I LOVE this necklace and like the dress, can see that I’ll wear it many times over.
I even have the perfect pair of sandals. Black strappy affairs, that are somewhat gladiator-like so they’re in perfect style, but not so gladiator-like that they can’t be worn when the current fad is over. And I have a little silk clutch, to boot.
As it turns out, I did not need 4 days. I only needed one good friend and one afternoon!
… now all I have to do is finish the Bride’s shawl… (one and a half repeats left, then weave the middle seam, then block. By gosh, I think I’ll make it!) …