Beautiful Day

THE NOTEBOOK, PAGE 7

Bridesmaid Dresses

Oh, the bridesmaid dresses! When I was in my twenties, I had a whole closetful of atrocious taffeta dresses-mustard yellow, Pepto-Bismol pink, and one with navy and red diagonal stripes where we all had to stand a certain way or the stripes didn’t align, which made for visual confusion and caused dizziness and nausea in those who gazed upon us. There was one flowing dress in an unfortunate apricot hue that I wore when I was pregnant with Kevin that could have served as a pup tent for a family of four.

I am thinking silk shantung, sheath, nipped at the waist, maybe off-the-shoulder-simple, classic-either long with a slit to the knee or cut just above the knee. I am thinking the green of new leaves-a fresh, just-cut-grass green, a green that will echo with the delicate embroidered ivy on Grammie’s antique linens, a green that will make people think of life in full bloom.