What To Wear For Your Second Wedding
My mother married my stepfather in the early 80's. They held their small wedding, family only, at the chapel at Columbia University, where I was in the middle of my MBA studies. It's a beautiful place.
They held the reception at the Junior League in New York. Another beautiful place.
And my mother wore a Chanel shirtdress. Extra beautiful. Which still hangs in the upstairs storage closet in Santa Barbara. It was, unsurprisingly, peach.
We shopped for dresses together, mom and all three sisters. At some point we tried on Zandra Rhodes dresses, and laughed so hard we fell over. One sister found a dress that she now describes as a giant pink puffball. It had a lot of attachments. I wound up in a dark blue-green, satin, Albert Nipon, with sleeves that, had we filled them with popcorn, would have been bigger than my head. My mother wore this.
Before the wedding we rampaged around New York with our step-sister and brother to be, speaking fake Swedish, ascending the World Trade Center tower and visiting the open viewing deck, where I clung to the coin-operated binoculars in fear. After the wedding we rode in taxis and drank champagne from bottles. I know. I have a picture to prove it.
But that one we really don't need to plaster all over the Internet, now do we?
This post is in honor of Meg and her relaunched Practical Wedding site, and all the brides, new or second time, because weddings are always new, and always to be cherished even if someone drinks from the bottle. Perhaps especially then. If you are a bride-to-be, go there now. If you are a mother of a bride-to-be, go there now. Many things will be made clear.
Columbia University Chapel via mrkw's photostream on Flickr.
New York Junior League via wallyg's photostream on Flickr
Dress photos, me and my sister