Last Sunday I attended Susan and Martin’s wedding. Here’s the happy couple.
It was a lovely day. Everyone got California fancy. Men donned jackets, women their dresses, some wore hats. The sun shone. Wisteria bloomed, bees buzzed, and Susan and Martin said loving vows on their front porch. The assembly smiled and cried.
It seems a little odd therefore, to blog my outfit,. The event itself was far more important than what we wore. But I met Susan through blogging, the photo above is her Facebook wedding picture, and besides, I asked permission. We do not live in my parent’s generation, and hardly in my own, really. The best solution to etiquette concerns in America is to ask.
Are you reminded of the vintage number Terri sent me? Perhaps this is the Platonic ideal I’ve been chasing, as one does. I plan to wear it to work, and to experiment with all sorts of footwear.
These shoes are rather horrid silver Steve Madden-produced Jack Rogers knockoffs. Purchased before I knew Jack Rogers existed, and that they could therefore be knocked off. Not the Platonic ideal at all. But the day was wonderfully, unseasonably, warm and called out for sandals. In California we heed kindly weather more willingly than convention.
Finally, I wore lavender pearl studs, and my grandmother’s glass bead necklace. Stored in my jewelry box for over 30 years, I knew the beads were only waiting for the right day and the right dress. As many things do.
Congratulations to Susan and Martin. I wish them many, many years of happiness and comfort.