Showing posts with label mother of the groom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother of the groom. Show all posts

Saturday, November 6, 2010

i tip my hat


Finding a suitable dress for the mother of the bride or mother of the groom can be a daunting task. The MOB and MOG should look sophisticated and age-appropriate, but still chic and glamourous. Unfortunately, most boutiques out there don't offer anything interesting. The dresses are either tacky and overdone (too many pleats, too many ruffles, too many rhinestones) or simply boring and matronly (just because she's your mom, doesn't necessarily mean that she wants to look like one. there is a fine line between being age-appropriate and being granny pants). So what's a mom to do?

Well, thankfully, this MOG is here to show us all how it's done.

BAM.
How amazing does she look?
This woman OWNS it.
She's chic. She's sophisticated. She's sassy. She's flirty.
Not only is this a gorgeous color on her, but the cut is flattering and interesting. And I absolutely love that it's short!

And what about the hat. Oh, the hat.


I seriously LIVE for this hat. I mean, this woman is ready for tea with the Queen! It's so dramatic and adds so much flair, but somehow isn't over the top ridiculous.

Perfection.

MOBs and MOGs, take note. And grab a hat! A headpiece! Anything with a feather!
And don't be afraid of adding a little sass to your look.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

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.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Bride: Alright girls, let's talk dresses.
BMs: Ok.
Bride: You know what I haven't seen in the past decade and that I think would be a nice throwback to 2000, when Johnny and I met?
BMs: No, tell us.
Bride: TWO-PIECE DRESSES.
BMs: NICE!
BM1: I think I might still have mine from prom.
Bride: Really? What does it look like?


BM1: Well, it's short, because I was pretty rebellious in those days, and the skirt is like a chiffony thing in sage, but the top is ... wait for it ... TWO-TONED!
BM2: Two-toned? Seriously? Was one of them sage?
BM1: No! Peach and cream - I was clever like that.
BM2: Of course.
Bride: How did you keep the continuity with the skirt, then?
BM1: I added a little green bow around the waist. It looked nice.
Bride: Ok. Done and done. Any dissent from the peanut gallery?
BM2: Well, I don't know ... I mean, seriously? Like, sage is not my best colour but I'm willing to live with it. But are two tones even necessary in the bodice?
Bride: I'm trying to save us all a little money. Mary already has her dress ...
BM2: Ok, ok, fine.
BM3: Plus, this way, we get to wear each part over and over again. Like you can just wear the skirt again if you want ... or just the bodice.
BM2: Right. That's very likely to happen.
BM4: You know what else I was thinking?
Bride: What?
BM4: If we are going to go with a prom theme, we might as well use organza ribbons to keep the bouquets together.


Bride: Oh my God, I LOVE that idea. You know what really ticks me off, though?
BM3: What?
Bride: My fiancé's mother is insisting on wearing a spiderweb over her dress. It's gonna ruin all our pictures.


BM3: You can't talk her out of it?
Bride: I tried. No luck.
BM3: It's ok. At least we'll all look nice.

Monday, September 14, 2009

MOG v. MOH


I simply cannot decide which is worse.

A MOG (mother of the groom) who decided that it was OK to wear a dress that is practically white (and generally inappropriate).


Or a MOH (maid of honor) who decided that it was OK to wear a leopard print dress with CUT-OUTS at the waist (nope. your eyes are not deceiving you. that is, in fact, actual flesh you see), thus forcing the Best Man to wear and ghastly leopard print tie.


Maybe we should just blame the Bride for having agreed to all this crazy.

Unacceptable.