...and what you really want to do is buy a wedding dress that you can wear again don't you...
No Mother. You want me to buy a wedding dress that I can wear again. Last time I checked World War 2 has ended and no one is using their ration cards any more. Of course I want to be ethically responsible. I don't want children in faraway places digging away in the wedding dress mines in treacherous conditions just to satisfy my whim. I'm not a total barbarian. But aren't weddings meant to be special? Isn't this the one day in my life when I can indulge a little? Isn't that the whole point of the wedding day that it is special and separate from other days and I get to wear something unusual and different that I can't wear on normal days? Ok, ok well maybe not the whole point - there is that "till death us do part" thingamajig as well I suppose.
Deciding what to wear on the day seems like a gynormous decision. It probably does help to talk it over with someone else. According to my old friend, Colour Consultant and Virtual Vicar, Revd Jan Harney, I will naturally look better wearing mainly autumn colours and some other colours that tone well with my own colouring. Jan's right. I do look pretty washed out in the wrong colours. This certainly has to factor strongly in my choice of wedding dress.
Mum went on: ...and I don't know what M&S think they're playing at these days the colours are ghastly; all browns, greens and oranges... I'm a grown woman who shouldn't need to rebel against parental authority any more, but like a moth to a flame I'm drooling over the new season stuff in M&S by lunchtime the next day.