…if, that is, you and your bridesmaids frequently find yourselves in situations where a brilliant silk shantung, faille, or Indian cotton sateen dress is an appropriate uniform. I only just today stumbled upon Coren Moore’s lovely bridesmaids dresses and wedding dresses, but I’m already enamored.

While her models, like almost all bridal models, need to stop looking so darned uncomfortable — seriously, is “Oh God, not another picture” the best expression faux brides and bridesmaids can give us? — the dresses are almost all cute and fun. Moore doesn’t muss things up with a lot of crazy embellishments or fussy details. Plus, almost all of Moore’s bridesmaids dresses price in at under $300, which isn’t exactly cheap, but is still in line with what many bridesmaids expect to pay for a dress, aaaaand you can order online.

Most of the time I focus on cake topper hate, just because I’m not a fan of the little generic plastic brides and grooms that come in flavors like white, slightly less white, and brown. But I can’t get enough of cake toppers that aren’t wedding cake toppers at all, but rather figurines or toy cars or some other thing that sums up the bride and groom in a quick, sweet way. A bunch of you ladies (and at least one gent) sent me the link to this traditional wedding cake with its most nontraditional cake topper of two daleks. (The red dalek is apparently the bride dalek.) Awesome, no?

Let that be a lesson to all the brides and grooms out there: Never let tradition dictate what, if anything, you put on your wedding cake — your wedding cake will be all the sweeter for being a reflection of you and your sweetie.

Photo by FrozenCapybara

Can we talk about father/daughter and mother/son dances for a moment?

I don’t have a problem with the tradition at all. I’m not about abolishing it outright, though I do think it’s up to couples and the parents involved whether they really want to have these particular dances. They make no difference in the legality of the ceremony, and etiquette more or less shrugs its shoulders and says it’s up to you whether or not you’d care to dance with your parents under these particular circumstances.

No, it’s not that they happen, it’s more the fact that so many people think the only possible choices for the dance are things like Thank Heaven for Little Girls, Daddy’s Little Girl, Butterfly Kisses, and other such sentimental, oh so expected classics. It isn’t even the fact that I detest each one of these songs with a purple panting passion. I wouldn’t mind yet another mother/son dance to Wonderful World as long as I knew they both had a soft spot for Satchmo, or that she wanted to dance to that because it’s the song she used to croon him to sleep in his crib days.

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