Sunday, January 28, 2007
Buy this dress and get a free bowl of soup
What have fashion's finest minds compposed for White Baer World Tour 2007? Well you might ask!
If I had a dollar for everyone who's asked me about the dress already, I could send out for a nice little Vera Wang, and the shopping would be done already.
See my accompanying link on the right for some evolving thoughts on what we're wearing at this shin-dig.
To get my bridal dander up, I attended a swellegant bridal show hosted by Portland's "English Department". Elizabeth is the co-owner. She's very cool, lovely, and unpretentious. It so happens her guy Jarkko owns the club where we're doing our Portland Party.
The toney restaurant reserved for the show was wall-to-wall brides, in every variety of upper-class Portland plumage. There were brides with stiletto heels, brides with sequinned ballet flats. Brides with Ugg boots, brides with Doc Martens, brides with candy apple red clogs. Brides with $150 bike messenger bags and Pumas, handknit scarves, and five-figure engagement rings. Brides with haircuts that probably cost more than my entire outfit.
Many came complete with entourage: fiances, hunched over cappucino, chic West Hills moms with exquisite little green shoes.
I don't mind telling you, I felt a little out-gunned. All these women looked like they had A Plan. A Vision. Who was I kidding turning up at this thing? Would they really be plying me with Mimosas and scones if they knew I was working on a $300 dress budget? Would they turn me out in the street with directions for the nearest Salvation Army resale shop?
But hey, I told myself. We're all in the same boat, here. Flush with excitement, trying to make smart, budget-conscious decisions that will make the day really... well.... special.
Then I caught a bit of the conversation going on to my right, about the friend of a friend whose wedding was featured in Oregon Bride Magazine. Eat your scone, I told myself, keep your mouth shut, and keep your wallet in your purse at all times.
Hoooo boy.
Right. So, there are some interesting trends in bridal wear these days. The photo at the top of this post appears to signal the return of the Masquerade Wedding, where everyone tosses keys in a bowl and you really hope you end up with the right groom at the end of the night.
I also saw this tea-length seersucker dress ( to the right), which suggested some interesting matching combinations with Whitey's chosen attire, if we want to pursue the Donny and Marie look.
But they did have a number of things that got my unwilling brain lurching forward. Like this little number.
I think it's going to be a while before I have anything concrete. And I'm distressed as ever to see that most designers are picturing body type for brides age 14-16. (Who knew there was so much of a market for Mormon sect weddings?)
But if anybody has suggestions and ideas, PLEASE feel free to post. With your help, no laws of fashion need be broken in the making of this wedding.
If I had a dollar for everyone who's asked me about the dress already, I could send out for a nice little Vera Wang, and the shopping would be done already.
See my accompanying link on the right for some evolving thoughts on what we're wearing at this shin-dig.
To get my bridal dander up, I attended a swellegant bridal show hosted by Portland's "English Department". Elizabeth is the co-owner. She's very cool, lovely, and unpretentious. It so happens her guy Jarkko owns the club where we're doing our Portland Party.
The toney restaurant reserved for the show was wall-to-wall brides, in every variety of upper-class Portland plumage. There were brides with stiletto heels, brides with sequinned ballet flats. Brides with Ugg boots, brides with Doc Martens, brides with candy apple red clogs. Brides with $150 bike messenger bags and Pumas, handknit scarves, and five-figure engagement rings. Brides with haircuts that probably cost more than my entire outfit.
Many came complete with entourage: fiances, hunched over cappucino, chic West Hills moms with exquisite little green shoes.
I don't mind telling you, I felt a little out-gunned. All these women looked like they had A Plan. A Vision. Who was I kidding turning up at this thing? Would they really be plying me with Mimosas and scones if they knew I was working on a $300 dress budget? Would they turn me out in the street with directions for the nearest Salvation Army resale shop?
But hey, I told myself. We're all in the same boat, here. Flush with excitement, trying to make smart, budget-conscious decisions that will make the day really... well.... special.
Then I caught a bit of the conversation going on to my right, about the friend of a friend whose wedding was featured in Oregon Bride Magazine. Eat your scone, I told myself, keep your mouth shut, and keep your wallet in your purse at all times.
Hoooo boy.
Right. So, there are some interesting trends in bridal wear these days. The photo at the top of this post appears to signal the return of the Masquerade Wedding, where everyone tosses keys in a bowl and you really hope you end up with the right groom at the end of the night.
I also saw this tea-length seersucker dress ( to the right), which suggested some interesting matching combinations with Whitey's chosen attire, if we want to pursue the Donny and Marie look.
But they did have a number of things that got my unwilling brain lurching forward. Like this little number.
I think it's going to be a while before I have anything concrete. And I'm distressed as ever to see that most designers are picturing body type for brides age 14-16. (Who knew there was so much of a market for Mormon sect weddings?)
But if anybody has suggestions and ideas, PLEASE feel free to post. With your help, no laws of fashion need be broken in the making of this wedding.
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sorry, my dear, i don't have any helpful hints. the dress was the most agonizing portion of my own wedding planning, which is partly why i so thoroughly enjoyed reading this. love you.
Katina wants to volunteer to be a fashion consultant for this event. What can I say, my wedding gear was purchased for maybe 30 Deutsche Marks at a Frankfurt department store and now lies in a toy chest full of 'dress up clothes'.
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