Weddingbee Blog

Because the women in my life were such strong role models, I hated seeing them victimized by fashion and their weight. For that reason, I designed my senior thesis project around clothes designed for them. Blah blah blah—my family members modeled for me, and my mother was no exception. She wore a formal gown I had designed for my end piece and wanted to wear it as her mother of the bride gown. (Say hi to my Mom, hive—she finally learned how to use the computer in order to keep up with the blog!) After the show, I stuffed everything in a garment bag not to be opened until last September to start fittings. Unfortunately, I must have been in a bit of a time crunch when finishing the gown (it was actually the second I had made as the first one came out so bad it had to be thrown away) because I forgot some pretty important things in it like oh I don’t know…the lining! I had topstitched the entire garment to finish it. Oh, it was terrible. Mom was slightly sad but I was pretty pumped (one less thing!). In the end, we went to see the dress whisperer over at Julie’s Bridal.

I apologize I did not write down the style numbers, but if you are interested, PM me and I will find out from Julie.

Please please please tell me that your moms still refer to themselves as seasons when describing what looks best on them. Mom’s a “fall” and this bubblegum pink didn’t do her any justice. I watched the Colors by Season video in college…hi-larious. I’m a “spring.”

We liked this one for the bling. I want my mom to stand out because well she’s gorgeous and MOBs don’t get the spotlight they deserve at weddings.

We loved this dress on her—it was very chic, especially with its cropped jacket. We really loved the double hem.

In the end, it was this one. Julie dress whispered it. I’m going to tell you a little secret that my mom doesn’t even know. When she first put it on, I knew it was the one but I didn’t want to sway her opinion so I said I really liked it and we pretended to debate between that and the purple one. When she handed me this dress after taking it off I turned but felt a little tug on my arm around my elbow. Call us crazy, but sometimes we can feel Auntie Millie and Gram with us. That day we felt them there and I took the tug as a sign that they liked the dress, as well. I again said nothing because I wanted her to choose it, which of course she did after a small debate. Doesn’t she look gorgeous?

Did you help your mom choose her dress? Did you agree on which one you liked the most?