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For those of you who really couldn't care less about wedding dresses, ignore the following:
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to wear a veil in my wedding or not. They have all that nasty patriarchal baggage attached, of course. Although I'm not sure how much that even bothered me - after all, this is the age of reinventing meanings to suit ourselves, isn't it? Maybe more importantly, most veils I'd seen tended to smother hair. And I have a lot of hair. Kind of a defining characteristic. It seemed a shame to hide it all under a cloud of tulle. I didn't want a huge puff, I didn't want a tiara. Maybe a nice crown of flowers or an elegant up-do or something.
I went wedding dress shopping this weekend. Started at the little boutique I'd bought my prom dress from. I liked them because they were small and attentive and helpful. It took me awhile to get into it, actually - at first glance, the dresses in their plastic bags, sagging off hangers, all looked the same, and all looked unattractive and boring. I finally chose a few, almost haphazardly, to try on.
The first was most definitely not The Dress. The neckline would have been pretty, if it had not been three sizes to big (wedding dress samples only come in one size - they either pin you into them or shut the back with pinned bits of elastic). It was this straight skirt with a huge train tacked on - not at all what I'd pictured. My first thought was something along the lines of "Umm....no." And then the saleslady pinned the veil into my hair. And the dress, and me in it, was transformed. It looked beautiful. I looked beautiful. I looked like a bride. I'd heard of this magical transformation before - people saying that it didn't seem real until they saw themselves in a veil - but hadn't really believed it. It's weird, but true. Something about it softens all the edges. Every movement I made - even almost falling off the podium - seemed graceful. And I'm not the most graceful of people. But the veil just kind of softed all the jerky motions, swishing around my shoulders.
I don't have a dress yet. But I know what veil I want.
We had a lovely theme party Sunday evening. "It's...Green." (Bonus points to those not at the party who get the reference.) We served grasshoppers, which proved again why they're my favorite cocktail. Delicious, refreshing, and an absolutely bizarre color. All the food was green-themed - celery, cucumbers, broccoli, and green peppers with ranch dressing, kiwi and honeydew, guacamole, sour cream and onion, and hint-of-lime chips. And the cake.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chuckro has a superhero cake pan from when he was a little kid. It's got the pecs and cape and belt and everything. Well, we made a cake and I frosted it to look like the Martian Manhunter. ('Cause he's green.) I even made sure he had the prominant eyebrow ridges and a nose made from dollops of frosting. I did it from memory - when I checked later, I realized to my chagrin that I'd made his cape red instead of blue. Oh well. He still looked great, and was a total hit. Highlight of the party was the battle over who got to eat which part. ("I want the head!" "Ooh, can I have his heart!" "I've got an arm here! Who wants an arm?")
Geeky goodness at its best. I love my friends. You all rock.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to wear a veil in my wedding or not. They have all that nasty patriarchal baggage attached, of course. Although I'm not sure how much that even bothered me - after all, this is the age of reinventing meanings to suit ourselves, isn't it? Maybe more importantly, most veils I'd seen tended to smother hair. And I have a lot of hair. Kind of a defining characteristic. It seemed a shame to hide it all under a cloud of tulle. I didn't want a huge puff, I didn't want a tiara. Maybe a nice crown of flowers or an elegant up-do or something.
I went wedding dress shopping this weekend. Started at the little boutique I'd bought my prom dress from. I liked them because they were small and attentive and helpful. It took me awhile to get into it, actually - at first glance, the dresses in their plastic bags, sagging off hangers, all looked the same, and all looked unattractive and boring. I finally chose a few, almost haphazardly, to try on.
The first was most definitely not The Dress. The neckline would have been pretty, if it had not been three sizes to big (wedding dress samples only come in one size - they either pin you into them or shut the back with pinned bits of elastic). It was this straight skirt with a huge train tacked on - not at all what I'd pictured. My first thought was something along the lines of "Umm....no." And then the saleslady pinned the veil into my hair. And the dress, and me in it, was transformed. It looked beautiful. I looked beautiful. I looked like a bride. I'd heard of this magical transformation before - people saying that it didn't seem real until they saw themselves in a veil - but hadn't really believed it. It's weird, but true. Something about it softens all the edges. Every movement I made - even almost falling off the podium - seemed graceful. And I'm not the most graceful of people. But the veil just kind of softed all the jerky motions, swishing around my shoulders.
I don't have a dress yet. But I know what veil I want.
We had a lovely theme party Sunday evening. "It's...Green." (Bonus points to those not at the party who get the reference.) We served grasshoppers, which proved again why they're my favorite cocktail. Delicious, refreshing, and an absolutely bizarre color. All the food was green-themed - celery, cucumbers, broccoli, and green peppers with ranch dressing, kiwi and honeydew, guacamole, sour cream and onion, and hint-of-lime chips. And the cake.
chuckro has a superhero cake pan from when he was a little kid. It's got the pecs and cape and belt and everything. Well, we made a cake and I frosted it to look like the Martian Manhunter. ('Cause he's green.) I even made sure he had the prominant eyebrow ridges and a nose made from dollops of frosting. I did it from memory - when I checked later, I realized to my chagrin that I'd made his cape red instead of blue. Oh well. He still looked great, and was a total hit. Highlight of the party was the battle over who got to eat which part. ("I want the head!" "Ooh, can I have his heart!" "I've got an arm here! Who wants an arm?")Geeky goodness at its best. I love my friends. You all rock.
