A dress decision has been made...I won't be wearing a dress at all, but a skirt and top instead. I found the skirt at a resale shop last week and absolutely fell in love with it. The way it looks, the way it fits, the way it makes me feel, and of course, the color-a shade just like the ocean halfway between Galveston and the Caribbean. It's floor-length and silk, with lace in a slightly darker blue. I love the length because I will be able to wear flats with it--a requirement for the ship's deck. It's from Calypso by Christiane Celle. If I see one up for sale on eBay, I'll post a picture, otherwise I'm too lazy. Here's a swatch from a different skirt in the same fabric:
I'm currently looking for a white/ivory top to go with it, something structured to balance out the fullness. And traditional bridal accessories--pearls, a hairpiece of some kind, a bouquet. I like these roses, irises, and lillies:
The decision not to wear white all over was a toughie, because how many chances does a girl get to look like a bride? But...tradition kinda flew out the window when I decided to marry Sarah. And I haven't seen a wedding dress yet that I liked enough to even try on, much less spend big bucks on and store forever and never wear again. Blue is a favorite color, universally flattering, symbolic of loyalty and spirituality, perfect for a seaside wedding. And besides, the "ancient" tradition of bridal white only dates back as far a Queen Victoria. She had a white dress made to burn off some extra lace she had lying around, and it's been the fashion for brides ever since. Before her, a Western bride simply got married in her best dress of any color, except black (reserved for mourning) or red (associated with immorality). And Sarah likes the skirt, so there.
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