A Girl...

Gold

Apparently, when transferring photos from my camera to Simon's computer while abroad I used some creative (unorganized, imcomplete, confusing) filing techniques and am now having some trouble tracking down all my pictures. I did find, however, what I think is the only extant photo of me that shows both dress and shoes (but not hat, which didn't match anyway). Thank goodness I kept my knees together in this one.

Here's me outside the church after everyone's left to either attend the faire or set up for the reception.

(I called this cat Simon because it seemed like as soon as we got to England we were surrounded by Simons. The groom's brother and one of his best men are named Simon, for instance. So, this is me and Simon getting to know each other despite protests that we get to the reception site posthaste. Kitties--I can't resist them, and if they're friendly, they must be petted. Also, if they're really handsome, I will apparently let them press their moist snouts against my camera lens.)

But back to the dress, if you remember this entry, I picked the second one, which was originally the runner up. I call it "the gold one," even though it's really just beige or tan or something similar--a color that I usually avoid because with my pale skin and hair, when I wear it I end up looking like a giant tube of blah, everything blending in to everything else. This isn't the dress Simon originally voted for and declared "It," but after I found a handbag (at Target!) that PERFECTLY matched the shiny gold waistband thing, he started to warm to the idea that this might be the one. And then I showed him what shoes I would wear with it, and then he was sold.

My parents bought me these shoes for Christmas and I love them. They're the perfect height for already-tall me, and they're full of textury goodness--stacked wooden kitten heel, damask peach outer with gold detailing, goldish velvet cording forming petite bows at the toes, even the insides are pretty. Best of all, I can wear them for hours on end and not contend with torturous foot cramps the day after. They are really special shoes, and that comes from a girl who lives in tennies.

The dress is pretty awesome too, and Simon's mom practically swooned when she saw it. "Wear that one! Wear that one!" she said looking at them on their hangers, and that was the end of the discussion. I aim to please.

One thing I need to remember to do, though, is practice sitting down in a dress before buying it. Either that or (1) don't sit down ever or (2) get used to the front-row seat of my own torso, all the way from my neck to my belly button, since I have no cleavage in between to block the view. I don't know if it was distracting to anyone else that my turquoise bra was playing peek-a-boo with the congregation, but I sure had a time of it.

Here's another shot of the dress, in which you can kinda sorta see the pleats in the bottom half. Very au courant. Also, I matched our rental car.

And here is a near full-length shot with the bride, whom I had to track down and practically grab by the shoulders lest the day go by without our getting in a single frame together. No comments on my shiny forehead, please.

The siblings, you will notice, are looking slightly uncomfortable, I think because they were aware--although I was not--of my bizarre hip-thrusty pose, which seems to suggest that I want to hump the bride. She's cool and all but, um, no thanks. On closer inspection, though, who's hand is that on my ass, huh? Perviness runs in the family.

On that note, that's all I have for you today because I am, as we say in the 'hood, bizzay. A cute self-portrait seemed to stay the hounds last time, so now here are two more. Oy with the red-eye already. Sheesh.

Note: I also match the wine. Huzzah!

Posted by Leah at September 13, 2006 05:20 PM