Sunday, 3 July 2011
Too late for a meringue
Last week-end, my beautiful niece Holly got married, and she looked breathtaking in her meringue dress (see photo above). "It's the only day in my life when I can wear a meringue," Holly told me, "and that's what I'm going to wear."
Good for Holly. Nowadays, the trend seems to be for simple and clingy, and that too can look wonderful. And let's face it; few people can get away with wearing a meringue (Holly is pencil-slim and looks good in just about anything).
I wasn't allowed a meringue, or indeed anything white, on my wedding day. Before my wedding, my mother took me shopping in Fenwicks. As I veered towards the bridal department, she pulled me firmly in the opposite direction.
"You can't get married in white," she told me. "You're not a virgin."
So I got married in pink. But there's a bit of me that still hankers after a meringue. Just the once.