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Weddings, Traditional Or Modern - What to Wear, and Not Wear!

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What The bride Wears Is Different  At a wedding the VIP is the bride. Whether you are the family of the bride and groom, or a guest, you do not outshine the bride. She is the VIP.  She is identifiable. The ceremony involves her. The purpose is for everybody to know that the couple are a couple. (Hence the reading of the banns, like banners, broadcasting the information for three weeks in advance in a church, so that anybody knowing of a previous marrage or engagement can object and reveal this to prevent bigamy.  The master of ceremonies, and the venue managment, need to be able to find the bride and groom to get them standing in the right place to walk into the room to a fanfare, or to stand at the head of the line to receive the incoming guests.  Why Announce A Forthcoming Wedding? The famous case of a marriage being announced, and prevented, occurs in Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre. Shock. Drama. Unusual event. But bigamy still occurs nowadays. I read about a case y...

What Your Ancestors' Photos Can Tell You About Sewing

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  My grandmother, who was a milliner (hat maker), wearing a large hat.  What My Ancestors Taught Me About Sewing My mother, Netta, taught me to sew on buttons and darn socks and save buttons. She taught me to consider sewing a home craft, not a well-paid career., but a necessity.  My mother and mother-in-law, Pearl, lived through World War II when clothes were rationed. Wedding dresses were made out of parachute silk. My mother's wedding outfit when she married my father was a sensible dark skirt suit which could be worn again afterwards.  Why not a white wedding dress? It was her second marriage, in the 1940s. Her first husband had been missing, presumed dead, in a plane over El Alamein, a year before the battle which was won by the British and Allies and a turning point, leading to the end of the long-drawn out war.  White was not very practical for a wartime bride in London. In the middle of my mother's wedding reception, an air raid siren went off. Everybody...