Bride & Beau Magazine Nov 15

Mum’s the word
It was indeed very emotional, the day my sister got married,
plenty of treaded emotions to say the least. Noisy as
the whole scene was, we girls were busy getting our hair
and makeup done. To add more confusion, there were
the great old aunts around (those nosey kinds but sweet)
giving my sister all the tips on how to make her marriage
a successful one. Hello! It’s her wedding day, church bells
are ringing and who would want to tell the bride to be
that her wedding wouldn’t be successful if she didn’t do as
they say!
Prior to all of this happening, my mother had to pass a
litmus test of her own, choosing the right mother of the
bride dress wasn’t easy. Yes, at a wedding, the main focus
would be on the bride, in this case my sister; however,
the mother of the bride too plays an important focal role.
And she needs to be dressed to the occasion. My mother
therefore had to have the right hue and fit, the hemline of
course had to be customised and my sister’s approval was
needed for the same. I laugh in my head as i say this, because
my sister and my mother have choices opposite one
another when it comes to fashion and clothing. Hey, it’s a
wedding and things happen, miracles too and for once, my
mother agreed to allow my sister help her with the mother
of the bride dress.
Mum needed to look gorgeous, not just the hair, makeup
and accessories, but with the right outfit for the event.
For this, mum and I first looked online and checked with
various designers. We chose peach as the colour for the
dress to be, and more so since it gelled with the wedding
colour theme. Once that was done, mum got in touch
with the mother-in-law to be, and informed her about
the fashion updates, leaving no stone unturned (a clash of
colours here). Traditionally speaking, this is how my family
has been doing it for a very long time. We also sent out an
invitation to her, to come along with us and shop.
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My sister and I, along with her would be mother in law
and our mum of course, went out shopping that evening.
Right from the colours chosen to the shoes and accessories,
we began making lists while our chauffeur chaperoned
us around the city. This had to be right and none
of us would settle for anything less. The list was simple
but long, and the girls were determined to walk in those
heels, try out almost everything for the two mothers with
us, have a shot or few of champers on the way, check out
some men too and have fun shopping. Needless to say,
mother over a glass of bubbles went poetic, reminiscing
about the days my sister in her nappies would express her
desire to marry Prince Charming.