Over the last couple of days I’ve been trawling the department stores and boutiques in Glasgow, on a mission to buy an outfit for the July wedding of Gordon and Laura. It’s going to be a fairly informal affair because Gordon doesn’t want anyone to be stressed about it. He will be wearing his kilt, but his older brother Duncan isn’t keen on wearing a kilt – so he will be in a suit. I think it’s fair to say it’s going to be a ‘harlequin’ wedding, by which I mean there is going to be none of that ‘everything must match’ nonsense. I believe that the bridesmaids have been told to buy dresses that will suit them and hopefully they can wear again.
I’m all for that attitude to a wedding because in doing the many house clearances of elderly relatives that I’ve had the misfortune to do over the years, I always find it really sad when I open a wardrobe and see an outfit hanging there that was worn once for a son’s/daughter’s big occasion, never to be worn again because they scream mother of the bride/groom. It seems such a waste to me, especially as the outfits are probably the most expensive ones that have been bought by the wearer.
So I was looking for a smart but not too fussy dress and I thought that the worst problem I would have would be trying to avoid something too floral and frilly. But I’m no further forward than I was because the shops are full of dresses that have no sleeves, plunging necklines, no back, scratchy lace, black and navy blue. Whatever happened to nice summery colours?
The most prolific design at the moment is a bodice with the shape of a vest/singlet with not a suspicion of sleeves. I suspect that this is so that the shops will get lots of sales of ‘shrugs’ because they know that most women would feel too bare without even a small cap sleeve.
One good thing though was that I didn’t have to try on one dress (always something I dread) because there was absolutely nothing I would have considered wearing. Fatally I have an image in my mind of exactly what I would like, in days gone past I could have described it to a dressmaker and she would have run it up for me. Jack had no luck finding a suit either, he’s another who won’t wear a kilt.
July is quite a long way away isn’t it?!