Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
My 30-year-old son is getting married in May, and my daughter-in-law-to-be has requested a Mother-Son dance at the reception. I’ll be wearing a light-green, almost ankle-length dress. What would you recommend for a very petite woman of a certain age?
Manolo says, Ayyyy! Cuidado! The wedding preparation season is upon us!
Herds of demented, carnivorous brides-to-be are now stalking the countryside, rampaging in search of the perfect wedding favor, besieging the manufacturers of jordan almonds with angry questions, and generally making intolerable the lives of photographers, florists, caterers, and their close relatives.
Happily, as long as she is not the meddlesome type, the Mother of the Groom is usually exempt from the wrath of the bridezilla. Her role in festivities is limited to being escorted down the aisle before the ceremony, and the Mother-and-Son dance at the reception.
Of the course, if the bridezilla has (as she inevitably will) seized control of the music programming, the poor Mother of the Groom may find herself having to learn the steps to Missy Elliot’s “Get Ur Freak On”. But, this is the small price to pay to see one’s son happily married.
Here is the Emily from Kate Spade, the pretty, mid-heel, strappy silver sandal.