The bridal party had its first fitting this week. It was a strange but exciting feeling, to be expertly pinned in beautiful raw fabric. Karen’s coat was all-but-complete and she was able to swish about the dressmakers in formal fashion. Megan doffed her shoes but retained her stripey socks, all the better to experience the uncanny in her starting layer of solid ivory.
It is exciting to be dressing up in what we hope will be elegant outfits. The bride and her party are all (save Megan’s brother) close to being women d’un certain age (without the adulterous implications of the original French phrase), so it is important to us to look elegant and even stately rather than perky and pretty. Our partially complete outfits give us hope for the finished items and a pleasing sense of dressing for ourselves as well as the occasion.
