In the midst of all the excitement about my daughter's engagement, it suddenly occurred to me that I might be required sometime next summer to don a horrible pastel chiffon mother-of-the-bride muumuu.
Maybe we'd better rethink this whole wedding thing...
I haven't worn chiffon since my own wedding 25 years ago.
And I refuse to consider anything resembling the long pink gown a relative wore at a family wedding and ever thereafter referred to, not without reason, as "my shroud."
What's wrong with a nice linen sheath dress with matching jacket? How about a dressy suit in natural fibers with a stunning silk blouse? Must I dress like a pile of leftover wedding-gown trimmings?
My daughter says no: she wants me to look sophisticated, which I may be able to pull off with a little help from my friends. The challenge will be wading through the racks of frilly pastel muumuus without drowning in a sea of chiffon. If you see me going down for the third time, toss out a lifeline!