Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: Going wedding shopping with the daughter

One of the joys of having adult kids is that you no longer have to buy clothes for them. They buy their own clothes, with their own money, with certain exceptions.

For reasons that are not clear to me, I still buy socks for my son, even though he’s 25 and perfectly capable of purchasing his own. This has something to do with my Costco membership, and the fact that you can’t walk out of Costco without spending the legally required $300. If I glance at my cart and reckon I’m below that sum, I’ll go over to the socks-and-undies aisle and load up, so they’ll let me out of the store.

But I didn’t come here to talk about socks. I came to talk about a dress I am planning to buy for my daughter, the one she expects to wear for her wedding in May. No, I’m not telling you where or when she’s getting married, because you people will crash the wedding and drink all our Grocery Outlet wine.

I originally had this laughable idea that my daughter could have a nice outdoor wedding in nature with all our friends, including dinner and dancing, for $5,000. Those of you who know better are now laughing hysterically and, soon, so did I, when I realized I was living in a fantasy world. Of course it’s possible to get married for $5,000, but only if you do all the work. I don’t want to do anything. I just want to show up and be handed some champagne.

Despite this, I know some of you are going to write to me and tell me about the beautiful wedding you held in your backyard in 1968 for $300. I think that’s just lovely and good for you. And, no, thanks, but Curly Girl doesn’t want anyone’s used dress. She wants a new one. And not a rental. I tried to convince her, but no.

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Anyway, the daughter has been working a billion hours lately, so she’s just now getting around to thinking about what she’s going to wear when she walks down the aisle. Some of you may recall that this young man with curly hair showed up at our house a year ago on Christmas night with a bouquet of white roses, before taking my daughter to the movies. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, he advanced positions from “Not a Date” to “Not a Boyfriend” to “Not A Husband (Yet).”

Do I think they’re too young at ages 22 and 23 to get married? Hell yes. Do they care what I think? Not even in the slightest. So here we are, talking about wedding dresses.

First of all, let me say thank you to Curly Girl’s birth grandmother, Judy Bowen, who has offered to pay for her dress. Thanks, Judy! So kind of you. I had already told the daughter that her budget was $500. I know, even more of you are on the floor laughing at the thought of finding a $500 …read more

Source:: Los Angeles Daily News

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