April 2, 2008

Two European Bridal Events

Posted in Attire at 8:57 pm by Jess

For your calendar if you live in the area, or you’ve got it like that and can flit over 🙂


and much later in Paris,


you can visit their website at http://www.mariageaucarrousel.com


March 8, 2008

A few Parisian inspirations

Posted in Attire at 12:57 pm by Jess

Her dresses have something of the “bedroom” look to me, but in such a subtle way so as not to be “gauche” as they say here. There is also a real tendency towards sheer layers and an ethereal look.
Kristyne Rispoli – 7 rue Froissart – 75003 Paris
I cannot find a website, but goodness look at that back on the left. I love it. I do not, however, love the front. A simple, accessory-free, even border-line boring front would be wonderful, because then when you pass and people see the back it’s like “Whoa mama,” but on the front you are still “wedding.”
What I love about this designer, more than the dresses, are the photos. The model is SMILING. This is the look of an actual bride on the big day. His models look cheerful and happy. It is really refreshing.
Sebastien Payen
I love the collar with simple buttons. This has a very “garden elegance” look to it. I wish she were carrying a handmade small wicker basket overflowing with garden flowers down the aisle.

March 5, 2008

Finding the Wedding Clothes

Posted in Attire at 5:03 pm by Jess

I only looked at one bridal magazine before finding my dress. I bought it in the JFK airport while making my connection to O’Hare and read it on that flight. I dog-earred three or four. Of the four, only one really struck my fancy and tore it out so I would remember.
When my mom picked me up at the airport, we started talking wedding stuff so I showed her the four dresses in the magazine. She liked all of them, except the one I had torn out (my favorite). “I hate this one. No way!” she said.

The next morning I woke up with extreme jet lag. (i had flown all the way from switzerland). As I had one month in the USA to search for dresses, it wasnt on my list of things to do that very first day. But it was for my mom. She pulled me out of bed saying she was going to take me to breakfast. Aww, how sweet. Except half way there she blurted out “I just noticed this bridal shop the other day and well its on the way so lets just stop.” What a trick she pulled!
After six hours of sleep and jet lag I really wasn’t that keen on it. Plus, the tiny shop had broken front windows, which were taped together with duct tape, and it was nestled between a mechanic’s garage and a Walgreens. She basically had to beg me to go in.
Inside I tried on a few dresses. No luck. Then suddenly my mom was handing me a dress and saying “I know you will probably hate this, but humor me, because i think it is SO YOU.”
I laughed out loud. It was the same dress as the one I had torn out of the magazine. She refused to admit that it was at first, but insisted it was the best dress for me. (Later she would sheepishly admit that it was) I agreed. I was torn between the one that was “me” and one that was completely 1500s ball-gown with embroidered jewels and flowers. My mom and the shop keeper said, in eerie unison, “You look much thinner in the simple one!” Sold! We bought it and walked out after an hour in the store, and before I had even been 24 hours in the country again. Easy-peasy.

Jon and I spent this past Saturday looking for his suit. The consistent theme to our whole marriage-planning adventure is “Firsts.” The first place we visit, we love, we book. The first font we try, we adore, we use. The first day I try dresses, I love, I buy. The first suit shop we pass has a gray suit in the window – the color we’re seeking. We enter, he tries it on, we love it. Of course, just like with the reception hall I am the one to say “If we love it, let’s get it, and free up the rest of our Saturday!!” and Jon is the one to say “But let’s just go visit the other seven places on our list to be sure.” So we did. All seven. Then we made a bee-line for the first store to book the suit; It is the clear winner.

The only problem with the suit arose when Jon went to have it fitted while I was not there. He called me on the cell, frantic. “I cannot wear my brown shoes (his best shoes which he wears once a decade, and are handmade from Italy and cost more than my dress). I can’t wear them! The woman says they break the Three Color Rule!!

“The what? ” I ask.

“The Three Color Rule Jessica! She is so right, why didn’t I think about this!?” he groans, more to himself.

I ask him to explain: The three color rule means no more than three colors with a suit. The suit is gray, the shirt is pink, the tie is fuschia. So he cannot wear brown shoes. Or so she says.

I ask, “Then how can you wear black shoes?”

“Because black is a shade of gray so it is not an additional color.”

“Well fuschia is a shade of pink,” I counter.


To clear up the matter we’ve set another appointment to go in and try on the various colors of shirt/tie/shoe ensembles with the saleswomens’ help. The funny thing is, this rule, it makes sense. To a point. If it happens to look good with four, well, I say do it (though the Saleswomen would shoot me the evil eye and cluck their tongues under their breath). This whole conversation made me laugh because Jon was so…Swiss. So upset about possibly, nearing, contemplating breaking a “Rule.” While in the meantime, if I know him well at all, he really is more “American” in mentality, and he will listen to their well-intentioned advices about color theory, but if he (and only he) likes what he sees in the mirror, four, five, six colors or not, he will wear it.

What about you folks? Have you been abiding my, or hearing of any dress/attire rules throughout this process??