As I have said, my brother’s getting married this spring. The event promises to be creative, given that my brother and his fiance are both therapists, and both involved in the Burning Man community, whereas the venue is old-style San Francisco, Very happy events, family weddings, and often occasion for new clothes.
While it’s possible that I’ll find a dress I can afford (Jessica? Ms. Simpson? I did ask you to call, if you’ll remember), more likely I’m going to repurpose a dress purchased in the previous 18 months. Because while Grandes Dames love their designer frocks, Sturdy Gals want to wear them into shreds.
First up, Narciso Rodriguez. (Many of you reading are new. Thank you for coming. Here’s the dress purchase story.) I love this dress, which, to set the scene, is quite close-fitting round the ribcage.
However, I suffer old school reservations. I can throw off qualms about a lot of wedding etiquette, (contrary to popular opinion no gods sit on the summit of Style Mountain, throwing down thunderbolts, and weddings create their own particular microclimates), but I cannot quite forget that black is for mourning. And we will be celebrating. With abandon.
If I do make my peace with black, however, I certainly would need some festive, even subversive shoes. One cannot wear Louboutin Simple 70s to a celebration which may include spirit totems. But these would do,
except they cost almost as much as a new frock.
As do these.
The fashion-forward Ms. Bunny of Bunnies and Beagles introduced me to Loeffler Randall booties, which, on sale, are closer to a price I would consider. But as long as we are approaching real, I have to admit I am not going to dance in a 95mm heel.
So let’s consider a Prada dress. (Again, purchase story, here.) Which is black, white, and pale yellow-brown..
I’m wondering if adventurous color could take Ms. Prada all the way to Burning Man-meets-Arts-and-Crafts-Era? Not my strong point, color. Not my area of expertise. How about these rose-red shoes? Comfortable, pretty, and, even better, mine for the past 6 years.
And maybe this, wrapped round my wrist as a bracelet?
I even have some handcrafted turquoise earrings – although I gave them to my daughter, I’m sure she’ll loan them back. But that begs the question. Do I really have the Artsy Cousin cajones to mix turquoise, red, brown and black? Italian runway with handmade semi-precious? Or must one hew to the Sturdy Gal path and wear something more predictable?
What would you do?