G walked by our wedding picture last night (apparently this was the first time he noticed it?) He pointed to it and said: ‘look mom, you’re wearing your princess dress….and dad’s wearing his work clothes.’
Now since dad’s ‘uniform’ pretty much consists of jeans, a black zip-up sweater and a baseball hat, it’s pretty far fetched to think a morning suit with stroller jacket could ever be considered his ‘work clothes.’
On a semi-related note. I flipped through the latest issue of Vogue this afternoon and found this wedding dress which I believe does qualify as some kind of princess dress.
It may have cost about $200,000 and it may have required over a thousand hours to make….the article is necessarily coy about such vulgar details. Obviously a commoner such as myself cannot possibly comprehend that level of opulence…..but it is the stuff of fairy tales.