My wedding helped me decide what to do with my dress
Before the wedding I spent a fair amount of time wondering what to do with my gown after the wedding. Trash the dress shoot? Shorten for later use? Save for a possible future daughter? How could I ever decide? My wedding — that day made it all so very clear.
“How can a dress make you fat?”: Judging my value by more than my clothes
Recently, I overheard a (rather curmudgeonly) acquaintance complaining, “These days, no one cares about who you are inside or what you do anymore: you can behave as hatefully as you want, as long as you wear the right shirt.” At the time, I rolled my eyes, and he backed down from such an extreme example; but when I returned home and was fretting about wedding things again, his remarks came back to me, and gave me a wee epiphany about wedding planning
Mix high fashion and low fashion with this style board from Well-Groomed
The key to coming up with an alternative to suits is mixing and matching. Branch out to different brands and price points to create a look that’s an unexpected showstopper. Here’s one example…
My dress doesn’t define me: How a tomboy learned to love taffeta
I have always been a tomboy. That’s not to say that I’ve never worn a dress before; I do like to get “dressed up,” but my definition of dressed up doesn’t match most of society’s definition. Now I love a pretty dress as much as the next girl, but trying to find a wedding gown that suited my personality and my budget was one of the hardest things about planning my wedding. I hated everything. I didn’t want a formfitting dress but somehow I couldn’t fit the notion of those giant cupcake dresses in with my lack of femininity.