For the past month or so we’ve been using our regular Bridal Boutique posts to share with you the boutique experience not of the bride but of the mother and father of the bride as they, led by their new fashion consultant friend, sought out their own wedding attire. The fiery Evelyne had already worked her magic on Kathryn but now it was the altogether more reluctant Peter’s turn! It’s time to hand back to the father of the bride to find out how the story ends!
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So me, the proud father of the bride, having spent an eternity observing my wife try on various dresses, hats and shoes had just witnessed the possibility of visiting Cafe Nirvana vanish into thin air. I was condemned to another shopping trip but this time I was the victim, sorry recipient. And to compound my woes I was searching for a ‘girly’ pink shirt and a ‘pompous’ dicky-bow tie plus some ‘Elvis/Vegas’ white shoes. Thank goodness I was in a foreign land where I could hopefully remain relatively anonymous.
Still defiantly humming ‘Lily the Pink’ with a hint of sarcasm, I entered a ‘shirt’ shop. I was directed to the fitted section but not one fitted me! But I have to say that a transformation took place in that shop…….I became a pink fan. Lifelong fan in an instant, this was the colour for me. I looked at Evelyne, our newly acquired fashion consultant friend, with a new found respect; she knew what she was talking about.
And so it came to pass; still thirsty but strangely rejuvenated, I became happy to co-operate and went to another shop with an even bigger collection of shirts, trousers and dicky-bow ties. I became intrigued as Evelyne selected the colour, style and size of various garments; it was like watching Rolf Harris start a sketch, you initially have no idea where this is going when suddenly out of the mist the metamorphosis is complete. So there I stood, like a peacock resplendent in the sun, pink shirt with maroon buttons, matching dicky-bow, olive trousers and white shoes. A new me, a different look but yes definitely one appropriate for walking my beautiful daughter down the aisle.
I suppose the moral of the story is that when preparing for the special day, don’t be afraid to challenge previous perceptions, try new ideas and push out the boundaries somewhat.
Oh and if you uncover a lucky stone, as we did with the indomitable little Evelyne, make sure you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!
