Weddings. It's like some hot new trend that almost everyone in my immediate circle of acquaintance is really getting into right now. From relatives to friends and former classmates, there's something special about seeing the people close to you finally settle down.
For someone who has attended a number of these events, it can get pretty typical, even if the entire program was engineered flawlessly. I feel somewhat detached from the entire thing, despite the fact that I'm physically present, eating the wedding cake and anxiously stepping away from the bouquet's landing direction. Needless to say, weddings these days are just colorful orchestrations of food, decors, flowers, and what everyone else is wearing.
I thought I was about to attend another one of those occasions when my friend, Fristine, invited me to her wedding last December 4. We were already informed beforehand that we were to sport the 1940s fashion, and needless to say, it was very frustrating. I researched about the clothes of that era and was taken aback by the glaring fact that dresses during those times highly emphasized women's tiny waists (which I obviously don't have). I was supposed to commission a seamstress to work on my dress, but there were some last minute setbacks, so I resorted to scouring the malls for a close replica.
To cut the long story short, I was able to find a great dress at a bargain price, plus awesome shoes to go along with it. It somewhat felt like cosplaying all over again as I was more than just excited during the week of the wedding.
