Right off the bat I have to say I am NOT the mother of a bride at the moment. My daughter is 21 and just graduating college, so I don’t even WANT to be the mother of a bride right now. However, it is never too early to start daydreaming. I love weddings, as I have said, and therefore if I want to imagine my daughter’s wedding, I will. Actually, I will probably imagine several versions, just because I can.
So how can you tell this is a mother of the bride imagination artifact? Notice that it is all about the bride. Notice that we do NOT care about favors, photobooths, guest books, match books, seating cards. We just care about our daughter, how beautiful she is, and how everything around her will serve to highlight that fact. Well, I guess we also care about the groom. However in that arena I do not even daydream. That’s her business. But the accoutrements? Hell yes I’m in her business.
Clues to why this looks the way it does. 1. My mother lives in Santa Barbara. 2. It’s possible that images are being featured that highlight tall, slim, redheads. 3. High WASPs are afraid of invitations unless they are classic or ironic. Which is why we love Crane, like this. Classic doesn’t have to mean stuffy.