So the wedding is quickly approaching and while the crisis of the veil has subsided, the dilemma of what to wear has arrived. What to wear on my back and who to wear on my arm. After my grandfather made a toast at dinner last night that ended with "I hope we are alive when Ella finally gets married" with all engaged eyes peering at me as I awkwardly smiled holding a can of spiked whipped cream; I had to bring someone with me. I needed protection from this ridicule! Monsieur Flâneur was supposed to escort me to this wedding but he is off in Paris being a bastard and very much not escorting me to this wedding. Connard.
As good timing would have it, I received an email from my high school boyfriend who lives in Bali saying that he was going to be in New York for a month and wanted to come see me and have dinner with my family. Well of course he can come by and see my family. Its just that the setting won't be my grandmother's house, it will be on a farm upstate New York and the occasion won't be family dinner, it will be a wedding. Details. I invited him to the wedding up and he said he would be more than happy to be my date. The last time I saw him, we were eating noodles in Kyoto, Japan and watching Geisha jazz shows in Kanazawa. It will be nice to see him on American soil for a change.
He had also heard of the veil drama (of course he did) and advised me to make a declaration that it was no longer up for a dispute before "farm party time" otherwise I'd upset the animals, because they can sense turmoil. I told him that I had already done that and that he won't have to worry about a goat chasing him around the grounds because his date is a single spinster who wanted to wear the veil first.
After finalizing date details, my mom and I were going through my closet, fishing through a sea of vintage dresses that I have been collecting since the age of 13, old baby dolls from the Delia's catalog circa 1995, embarrassing low-cut mini dresses that would make great 90's Jennifer Lopez costumes and the perfect dress. A simple navy blue Armani cocktail dress with taupe accents and asymmetrical straps. The dress was perfect for a Sunday afternoon wedding on a barn in upstate New York. "Wear this! It's gorgeous!" my mom squealed. And it was. Except for one thing. It was my prom dress. I was already recycling the date, but the dress too? We have to draw the line somewhere. And because my cousin is marrying a girl we all went to high school with, the guests would roughly be the same from prom night. It would be a portal into 1999 and I didn't want to further facilitate that by looking exactly the same as I did the last time they saw me, just fatter. Next! Sadly...
The hunt for the dress continues. I'm looking for something elegant yet simple and something that says I don't care about the veil scandal anymore. That should be easy, right?
