For one mad moment (okay, a whole day, spent cruising the net) I considered a saphire Delphos gown for the MOG dress ordeal, completed with a lovely dappled silk chiffon cape held together with little enamel or mother of pearl beads, since all the women are wearing dresses, but reconsidered what all those tiny pleats would do to a MOG who is no longer her svelte eighteen year old self. Although! Although! Let it be known! I have managed to drop 15 pound-eroos and all without loosing my temper too! Oh. You want to hear about that too? Sigh. Chickens hiding in The Shop from Hell and weight-loss how to - I'll get to all of it later.
And then there was the problem of getting the silk just the right colour messing around with all those dyes and of course nobody knows how Fortuny did all those itty bitty pleats anyway. And to get the right effect you are supposed to let the hem kinda' puddle on the floor - dahling. I would likely trip when moi et MOB go up to the church front and light some candles. I mean, I even dispensed with trains for my own wedding dress, to prevent such things from happening away back then, when I wasn't holding any lit matches and candles. So. Decadent Housewife is now thinking suits, however she does not want to look like a wannabe bridesmaid either, which could easily happen if she went too much Dupioni and too much periwinkle Dupioni. What to do?! I need a fairy godmother. Right Now!