Scroll-Down Bridal Fail

Oh, bride. You were doing so well. The flower in your hair, the cinch belt at the waist, the pretty but not overly ornate sweetheart-cut bodice ... I mean, the skirt's a bit of a snore, but whatever. Overall, you looked solid.

What on EARTH is on your feet? Where was your MOH and her intervention team when you bought these?

1995 called: it wants its confirmation shoes back.

Man Enough for Me

THIS is quality male bonding time.

(even if endorsed primarily by our grandfathers)

THIS is appropriate pre-gaming.

(even if endorsed primarily by our fathers)

THIS is true love.

(getting a white boy into Indian gear isn't easy)

THIS is a hell of a hat.

(and purse!)

Well done, boys. You dun made yo' mamas proud.

Here Come the Brides (?)

Julie's big day had finally come, and she couldn't wait to showcase the dress she (and, by association, Fernando) had saved up for months to buy for just this day. Encrusted the skirt over with crystals, her gown was a princess' dream and had cost a small to medium-sized fortune. But it was alright, she thought. She'd justified her purchase by deciding to put her bridesmaids in duplicates of the other dress she had on order just in case her gem didn't get delivered on time, or was ill-fitted, or stained, or otherwise imperfect. It was a good thing she'd had a plan B: it was coming in handy after all.

But now Julie had other things to worry about. Which of her two best friends would be her maid of honour,

and how would she make them both feel special? She'd promised the austere and traditional

Lucy the spot years ago, while madly in love with Chester and before she'd even met Fernando. Since then, though, she'd gotten inordinately close with the bright and edgy Pamela who

had proven her salt in the most difficult of times. What was worse, the girls couldn't agree on a style or a colour for their dresses.

She'd just have to go with both. It was only a shame that no one present would understand either girl's function within the wedding party (or at all).

Bridal Flop

Time for a reader pop quiz. This one's easy: we know you can get it.

Q: What's worse than flip-flops on a bridesmaid?

(see answer key if necessary)

edirb eht no spolf-pilf detnecca :A

10 points if you got it right.

Travel Journal

Dearest readers,

Well you can't say we’re not dedicated.

Recently, CCB and I took a little vacay to good ol’ San Francisco. Even though we are constantly on the lookout, we did not find any atrocious destination "Wedding by the Coast" to report on.

Yet, we did come across this beautiful gem :

Take that, St. Hubert Street!

This must be the greatest bridal shop in all of Calfornia. Not only are these glorious portraits sure to lure any bride into this establishment, but one stop service AND a 3D slide (show ?)?

What more can anyone ask for ?

You’ve impressed us, San Fran.

Readers, take note.

Bisous,

celia and CCB

Priorities

When planning a wedding, we at WB will be the first to tell you that it is important to prioritise: develop an itemised list of things to do or concepts to explore, then streamline, shortlist, rearrange. It's a formula that never goes wrong.

Consider:

Plastic chairs and dollar-store decorations: check.

Lack-lustre (and mismatched) colour scheme for groom and groomsmen: check.

For table (plus underwhelming centerpiece): check.

Garish flip-flops for bridesmaids: check.

Flower girl's hand-made seating arrangement chart: check.

Open bar: check.

Candy bar and croquet: check, check.

Honestly. How did "candy bar" make it next-to-LAST on this list (asks the woman disapprovingly watching the flip-flop-clad BM make her way down the aisle. Jesus. Where's my sour kids after that?)?

(former) First Daughter

As a First Daughter myself, I understand what it's like to grow up under constant public scrutiny.

(ha.)

But Chelsea Clinton did a pretty solid job - all things considered. Sure she had that awkward frizzy-red-hair + unflattering clothing stage. Nothing a good blowout and a Marc Jacobs friendship couldn't fix.

Anyways, CC got married this weekend (to some guy named Marc Mezvinsky) in Rhinebeck, N.Y. at Astor Courts, and she looked beautiful.

CC wore Vera Wang. I absolutely love the skirt of the gown - the overlapping organza is gorgeous (and it doesn't even fall into the TP danger zone). And I love the belt, which makes the dress seem very modern and adds that extra oomph to the bodice. CC also wisely chose to go with simple jewelry, which was a good move because a lot of bling may have been distracting against the embellished belt. Same goes for her classic bouquet.

CC went for simple and understated, but definitely did not bore. From one First Daughter to another - well done.