writes about clothes, shoes, hair, make-up, accessories, fashion - anything that's appearance-related, and a good deal else, because appearances are just the beginning.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
The happy bride and groom
The weepy mother and sister
Why do we weep at weddings? "We" being those of us who routinely refuse to have our tears jerked by any number of sentimental strings.
Yes, it was my son and her brother, and look how grown up he'd become, and what a beautiful young woman had agreed to be his wife. I suspect, though, that what reduced this Greer-defined crone to near-sobs and strenuous nose-blowing was witnessing the please-God, not-too-ephemeral triumph of hope over experience.
I'll be back with some observations on the event's sartorial aspects when I've located the tissues.
I'm a writer. Sometimes I write fiction and sometimes I'd rather do something else, like earn money, travel or dance tango. Whatever I do, I never stop looking. So this blog is about looking to write, writing to see, and seeing to think. I was once the kind of feminist who believed it was wrong to delight in such things. Now I'm the kind of feminist who doesn't believe that at all. I will never, as Linda Grant puts it, go beige into that good night.