Somewhere between dowdy, gray-haired old woman in a flowing and overly ornate moomoo in a questionable shade of cerulean or puce
a vampy, slit-up-to-here and plunge-down-to-there, attention-stealing, arrested-development, still-trying-to-look-as-young-as-my-daughter-the-BRIDE
there has to be the perfect look, right?
God, save the Queen. And don’t make me have to shop too much.
4 thoughts on “The Proverbial Mother-of-the-Bride”
Haha, I don’t know what this would be…but whatever it is, YOU can find it and pull it off! :-)
There is INDEED the perfect look and I’ve no doubt you’ll have it. You always look amazing, beautiful lady.
You will look stunning! :) xxoo