The English Rose Knows: Weddings
The year has barely begun and yet it seems my diary is already more full of dates-to-be-saved than dates with handsome men. I have more invitations to forthcoming nuptials landing on my doormat than I do to dinner. Don’t get me wrong, I love nothing more than a wedding – a day devoted to fairytale romance is my kind of day. But my marathon of marriages will take training. Set to begin in a Cotswolds country garden during April showers and continue until an October beach ceremony of Ibizan hedonists (tying in with the closing parties, obviously), it will take wardrobe planning of military precision.
First to find THE dress. No, not the bridal gown (more of that in a later column) but that go-anywhere dress that with a twist of an accessory or trick of styling will still evoke gasps of oohs and aahs from friends who actually saw it just a few weeks before. Step forward the Summer Chiffon Dress. Both the cut and colour are a series of yeses (halterneck flatters yet doesn’t scare the vicar, sapphire ticks the ‘something blue’). Add an embroidered belt, perhaps a little brooch to further adorn and it ups its game from classically pretty to talking-point. As for styling, I’ll add a blazer in the country and a biker in the city. The silk will trail my dance moves, unless Matthew comes over couturier and switches up the chiffon (he hitched up the hemline with a genius twist on the dancefloor at an Aynhoe wedding last year).
With wise styling, your something blue will be new for endless occasions. Now for those dates… Well, they do say weddings are the best place to meet your future beau. Ushers, get in line.
The English Rose x