Mother of the Bride Notes

Hello, dear friends.  I hope that you enjoyed your weekend.  I spent Friday with some of my buddies taking in a plethora of eye candy.  I was going to share the photos with you today, but unfortunately, I have had technical difficulties.  The story of my life.  I should have the post on by next week.

Towards the end of last Spring, many people were asking me whether I had purchased my Mother of the Bride dress.  I had looked half-heartedly online for a few months and became very discouraged.  I knew what I didn't want, I just didn't know what I actually wanted.

During the first weeks of my Summer Sabbatical, my first task on my to-do list was to find my MOB dress. No Bravo TV until I made a purchase. 

I made an appointment with a personal shopper at Neiman's.  I showed up bursting with optimism and a phone full of photos of dresses that I liked.  Liked not loved.  My personal shopper came out and introduced herself as Lucy.  She was about 25 years old and dressed from head to toe in Chanel.  Not the stunning Chanel, the stuff with the letter "C" all over it.  Her clothes were covered in the signature "C" as well as her jewelry and shoes. There was no way that crap stuff was real.  

Lucy also featured a look of boredom.  I showed her the photos that I chose on Neiman's website.  She told me that I should order some of them and have them delivered to the store.  I could then drive into Boston and try them on there and order through her.  

I was born at night, but not last night, Lucy.  
She had one thought in mind: easy commission.

I then asked Miss Chanel if they had any dresses on the floor that she could suggest.  She glanced at her Chanel watch, sighed, and led the way to the floor.  She then asked me what I don't like.  I told her that I can't wear yellow and I don't want to show too much crepey skin.  Lucy looked at her Chanel watch again, as if it would give her some divine inspiration and told me to go into the dressing room.  She would bring me some dresses. 

Not the exact dress, but you get the idea.

 I waited patiently, and Coco Lucy entered with a bright yellow dress that was practically backless, featuring what looked like feathers on it.  I then looked around the room in search of a candid camera with Ashton Kutcher behind it.  I was sure that I was being punked.

At this point, I was out of patience.  I told counterfeit Coco that I was not interested in that dress, and I would look somewhere else.  

That was the first and last time that I saw Coco smile.

My next stop was Saks Fifth Avenue.  I went to the top floor where the designers had separated areas - almost like glamourized stalls.  There wasn't a salesperson in sight, and the inventory was limited.  Had Counterfeit Coco called ahead and warned them about me?  The designers had everything from leather jeans to one or two pieces of formal wear.  There was not one item that I was interested in.

I headed towards the mall again.  I called the Mister and told him how discouraged I was getting.  I asked him if he could bribe #1 and AJ to elope.  He pretended not to hear me and suggested that I try that Caroline whats-her-name store.  

I entered Carolina Herrera with desperation spilling out of my pores.  I was approached by a smiling young lady named Jojo.  I told her that I was in search of the perfect MOB dress.  She led me to the back of the store and there it was.  My perfect MOB dress was hanging on a hook calling my name.  And guess what!  It was my size!  I tried it on and loved it even more.  I swear that I could hear angels singing Halleluiah from the heavens.   

Here's a peek.  Do I look happy or what?  There was one problem, though.  The dress was sold.  My girl, Jojo, got on the case and found one across the country.  Two weeks later, I was back for alterations.  

The Mister took me out for lunch to celebrate.  
I don't think I have ever felt more relieved in my life.

*****

Now that I had checked the dress off my list, I had a few other things to tend to.  The first was my eyelashes.  I talked my eye doctor into prescribing Latisse for me.  That stuff is not cheap.  I picked it up and then went online to find out how to apply it.  I started reading about the possible side effects.  Many people claimed that it could give blue eyes brown speckles. Why didn't I read this before I picked it up? My eyes are the last thing to go, so I have to take care of them.  I decided not to use it.

I thought about lash extensions but I didn't think that I was a candidate for them because the littlest thing bothers me.  Ask the Mister.  So off to Sephora I went to ask the experts.

Where do they come up with these crazy names?  I tried the mascara and it was way too clumpy for me so I returned it.  Sista had the same experience.  The lady then suggested a Lancome mascara.  I tried that, but I wasn't crazy about it.   

I even consulted professional ways of applying the mascara.  It turns out that I've been doing it wrong all these years.  It's no wonder I couldn't get a modeling contract!


Coincidentally, my decorator wrote me a note yesterday and wished me luck with the wedding.  She also told me that her daughter and her wedding party all used Diorshow waterproof mascara and they all were very pleased. I'm picking one up this weekend. 

So if you use a waterproof mascara that you love, please leave a comment for me.  Time is running out and I need your help.

I also have been spending time with my favorite youtube coach on taking a flattering photo.  

By the way, I just came across another video of Dominique's in which she was singing the praises of thrive mascara.  It's not waterproof but I ordered it anyway.
Has anyone tried it? 

And last but not least, I could use your advice.  If you have ever been a Mother of the Bride, Mother of the Groom, in a wedding party, attended one as a guest, or watched one on TV and have some good old fashion advice or a good story for a first time Mother of the Bride I would love to hear it.  
I can use all the help I can get.


Until next time...

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