As my regular readers know by now, I will have the honor, once again, of being the
Mother of the Groom. Our second son is getting married next summer.
Naturally my first thought after, "Wait! He's still just a baby!"
was, "Okay, now, what on earth am I going to wear to the wedding?"
A lazy Sunday afternoon beckoned me to peruse the internet for some possibilities .
Shall I give you a sneak peek into a few of the options?
inspired by Grey Poupon.
Or Baby Poupon.
Take your pick.
Granny's Nightie . It Bee's Ugly, as evidenced by the mannequin who just caught
a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Next up we have a modest, eye-catching number sewn by Betsy Ross. The red part has faded to
pink over the years, but the symbolism hasn't been shrouded by antiquity.
It begs me to inscribe "Mrs. America" on the sash.
The Queen Mum might approve of this next get-up.
Too bad I'm way past the age of needing mum's approval for my wardrobe.
And, I couldn't be certain
wouldn't have this same outfit on.
of all fashion faux pas.
(Pardon my French.)
Better safe than sorry, though. Everyone wants to show their unique style for such a big event.
For the woman who must
in a dress ANYONE else would wear...
And finally, in case the deejay doesn't arrive
at the reception,
and we have to find alternate entertainment,
I'll have Plan B ready and waiting.
I would pull this frock out of my wedding tote bag,
toss it onto the dance floor,
and invite all guests to play a rousing game of Twister.
It's bound to give a whole new meaning
to the term
it could also mean
that neither of our remaining unwed children
would even CONSIDER inviting me
to their wedding.
That's a mighty high price to pay for being in vogue.