And then there are New York weddings, when people wear black on days when it's ninety five degrees, and then complain there's no air conditioning in the hundred year old church.
I'm planning to wear black to a Seattle wedding next summer. Does that make me a New Yorker? Some of us weren't blessed with a complexion suitable for pale colors.
Picture it, a slightly chilly morning on the African savannah, looking out over the rim of the coulee the sun just peeks out over the horizon, warm, glowing. Through the mist, a silhouette in the distance, just forming, tugs your breath right out of your chest. As it comes into focus, you know it is she. Beautiful, of course. Brilliant, to be sure. Poised, needless to say. And very, very well-dressed. You are in the fabulous girl's world, now.
2 Comments:
I'm planning to wear black to a Seattle wedding next summer. Does that make me a New Yorker? Some of us weren't blessed with a complexion suitable for pale colors.
By Anonymous, at 10:18 AM
I mean ...
You're already planning what you're wearing to a wedding next summer?
By fabulous girl, at 12:13 PM
Post a Comment
<< Home