First, I’d like to apologize for falling off the face of the earth (and internet) for the last month. I’ve spent several weeks fistfighting with a very nasty flu, which essentially brought all life – and wedding planning – to a sickly, tissue-laden halt. Somewhere around week three of my cranky, fevery delirium, I decided that the best cure I could administer (short of Congress actually passing a health care plan which covered me) would be to spend countless hours mindlessly clicking through bridal sites, drooling over multi-$1,000 couture bridal gowns. How could this fail to help?
Now, I must admit something: ever since I can remember, I have sworn I would not wear a white wedding gown. Too cliche, too traditional, too wedding-industry – not to mention, I am pale as a ghost and, after beige, white is the least-flattering color on my skin. Yet secretly (and now very publicly), I covet a ridiculously whimsical white gown. Preferably a ridiculously whimsical white gown with a train as long as 5th avenue and enough fabric to smother a baby whale.
In a world where thousand dollar bills rained out of the sky, here a few of my all-time favorite dresses:
Amy Michelson, "Peaches and Cream"
