By Patsy R. Brumfield/NEMS Daily Journal
If life weren’t already interesting, it’s about to be elevated at least several notches. My precious, grownup daughter has invited me to come to New Orleans to go bride-dress hunting.
Immediately, I had visions of “Say Yes to the Dress,” the TLC TV show where would-be brides go to Kleinfeld’s in New York City to make that all-important selection.
Margaret and I’ve watched probably a thousand of these, just for our own amusement.
But now, I get to be part of that reality scene. Wonder what kind of “mother of the bride” I will be?
There’s the mother who wants to tell her daughter what to wear.
Or the mother who doesn’t like anything they bring out.
There’s also the mother who drives her daughter crazy and they have a big fight.
Actually, there are many more behavior styles, but I’m shooting for the wonderful, supportive mother who is there only to be helpful.
I have no reason to believe Margaret will want to look like a stripper or punk-rock singer as she walks down whatever style aisle she and her fiance have planned.
So, I don’t see myself there to prevent a serious fashion error.
In fact, I think our basic goal is to understand each other’s expectations before the selection, which frankly is entirely hers.
In anticipation, Margaret has asked me to note some dress styles I like via a bridal website. Now, I’m anxious to see what she likes. We already agree on our dislike for the popular strapless style, which I’ve disdained for years because one uncertain step can leave even the least-buxom bride blushing.
Looking at styles on this website is a lot of fun, but it’s a little peculiar because most of the “bride” models are posed in such a way that they looked like they were soliciting business on a street corner. Is there some reason would-be bride-dress buyers could be enticed to one dress over another because they strongly want to audition for “Playboy” magazine?
I just shook my head in wonderment at whatever was going through the dress marketers’ minds. Leering depravity just wasn’t something I expected from the bridal business.
I can hardly wait to report on our own experiences.
Adding to the shopping fun, I won’t be making the trip alone.
Margaret’s invited her Jackson godmother, who has three grown sons, to accompany us on this important mission. Fortunately, this is a woman with opinions and discretion.
I’ll also get to see Grandpup Bonnie. Miss Bon, who enjoyed months in Tupelo with me while her Mama got settled elsewhere, has become quite a conversation piece as I wander around our community.
Recently, I was at a book-signing and the person in charge was all atwitter with questions about Bonnie and King Charles Cavalier spaniels because she has at least one.
I’m happy to report that Bonnie continues with great success on her “Pooch to 5k” training program. She’s regained her girlish waist after too many treats from her indulgent Nana.
Frankly, I was a little surprised to learn how much Bonnie likes to run, but the breed is known for its willingness to please.
Perhaps I should get myself a “Nana to 5k” program. I’ll want to find my own waist for this wedding next year.
PATSY R. BRUMFIELD writes a Thursday column. Tell her your own bride-dress experiences by calling her at (662) 678-1596 or email at firstname.lastname@example.org.