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My daughter texted me from Rome yesterday to say "Gosh, what a nice post but particularly nice are the comments!!!! I love your readers!" A great big Thank You from both Rhiannon and me for your response to that post and for helping us celebrate her wedding day.
And since she shared her wedding dress photos with you (or at least allowed me to do that), I'll follow through with a peek at my Mother-of-the-Bride dress. I took these in my little Selfie Mirror before we headed out, knowing that without an official photographer there, no one was likely going to be aiming a camera my way.
I found this dress in a ten-minute foray through a section of Nordstrom on my way to meet a friend for lunch in the Nordstrom bistro. Tried it on quickly over my pants and loved it, asked the SA to hold it for me, ran to lunch -- barely late -- and went back for a better try-on after. Easiest MOTB dress find of my four, and I love it, suspect I'll wear it often (although, yes, I'd probably like another inch closer to my knees). 100% silk, by Equipment -- and did you spot the pockets?! Also, three cheers for that sleeve length!
Accessorised with black fishnet tights as opaque black would have tended funereal. Yes, the dress itself has a black base, but I think the flowers sing spring enough for a wedding -- still, I wasn't ready to go bare-legged (oh, the white post-winter flesh! nuh-uh!). And when I went to grab a pair of sheer hose from my drawer, I realised that none of the feet would stand up to the no-shoes test: although they were clean, they bore the stains from previous wearings. So fishnets to the rescue, and I slipped into these low-heeled Repettos.
Grabbed a little Michael Kors bag I bought for another daughter's wedding, some 7 or so years ago and scarcely wear. . .
Popped on my trusty old Smythe blazer (six years old), and then remembered to tuck Kleenex in my pockets and bag and we're out the door. . . .
Drawing up to the curb, a sleeping granddaughter in the back seat, whom should we see but these lovelies
I have a few more snaps I'll share next week, including a favourite of my three daughters taking a selfie, but for now, I'm running out with Pater to our shared session with our Personal Trainer. While I'm gone, feel free to leave a comment. You could tell me what you're up to this weekend, for example. . . .
And since she shared her wedding dress photos with you (or at least allowed me to do that), I'll follow through with a peek at my Mother-of-the-Bride dress. I took these in my little Selfie Mirror before we headed out, knowing that without an official photographer there, no one was likely going to be aiming a camera my way.
Drawing up to the curb, a sleeping granddaughter in the back seat, whom should we see but these lovelies
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