Fashion progress
Just before heading to the airport on Monday afternoon for my flight back to Chicago, I ran into the fabulous Campbell (of Vera Wang) in Midtown. He was rushing to pick up buttons in the garment district. I was rushing to get out of the rain and into Starbucks. We chit-chatted about life and the wedding and then, as we parted ways, he said something that simply made my heart melt: “We’ll be calling you soon about your fitting.” Ah!! A fitting!
In my brief trip to New York last weekend I covered an insane amount of wedding territory. Saturday was all about the mother of the bride. My father and I accompanied my mom to her second of many dress fittings to come at Saks. When she bought this dress a few weeks ago, she described every last detail to me over the phone. She looked even more exquisite than I’d imagined. To quote Campbell again, she “went for fabulous.” In typical mother/daughter fashion we bickered over little details – I like the sleeves on the shoulder, she likes them off; she wants to wear bangles, I said no. It wouldn’t be normal if not for a little difference of opinion. After Saks we moved on to Stuart Weitzman, then Bergdorfs, and even Easy Spirit in an effort to find her “comfortable” wedding shoes. If anyone knows if such a thing exists, please let me know.
Sunday was father of the bride day. Just me and Dad. A rare but wonderful occasion. We began at Barneys where he treated me to a little spree at the Nars counter (I am still Daddy’s little girl afterall) before we headed to the eighth floor, men’s tuxes. My dad has an impeccable sense of style. He originally wanted to wear a white jacket to the wedding, to be a little different. Nice thought but not happening. A black peaked lapel Armani caught his eye and never left his sight. He made me feel the fabric about 100 times. It’s a winner.
I also spent a few hours on Sunday looking through thousands of old pictures for our rehearsal dinner video. And I can tell you this: I was one really cute baby, I had the prettiest bat mitzvah dress, I spent much of my childhood in pink soccer uniforms, I went through a terrible awkward stage and I wore my hair in some ridiculous up-do to my high school prom.
In my brief trip to New York last weekend I covered an insane amount of wedding territory. Saturday was all about the mother of the bride. My father and I accompanied my mom to her second of many dress fittings to come at Saks. When she bought this dress a few weeks ago, she described every last detail to me over the phone. She looked even more exquisite than I’d imagined. To quote Campbell again, she “went for fabulous.” In typical mother/daughter fashion we bickered over little details – I like the sleeves on the shoulder, she likes them off; she wants to wear bangles, I said no. It wouldn’t be normal if not for a little difference of opinion. After Saks we moved on to Stuart Weitzman, then Bergdorfs, and even Easy Spirit in an effort to find her “comfortable” wedding shoes. If anyone knows if such a thing exists, please let me know.
Sunday was father of the bride day. Just me and Dad. A rare but wonderful occasion. We began at Barneys where he treated me to a little spree at the Nars counter (I am still Daddy’s little girl afterall) before we headed to the eighth floor, men’s tuxes. My dad has an impeccable sense of style. He originally wanted to wear a white jacket to the wedding, to be a little different. Nice thought but not happening. A black peaked lapel Armani caught his eye and never left his sight. He made me feel the fabric about 100 times. It’s a winner.
I also spent a few hours on Sunday looking through thousands of old pictures for our rehearsal dinner video. And I can tell you this: I was one really cute baby, I had the prettiest bat mitzvah dress, I spent much of my childhood in pink soccer uniforms, I went through a terrible awkward stage and I wore my hair in some ridiculous up-do to my high school prom.
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