Juste une fable n° 25
wedding dresses, i assure you. at least four were being tried on, while some little child was doing cartwheels in the background.
i believe the bride-to-be was angie, and i’m not sure i was on board with that. but i was certainly willing and wanting to be there while she was trying dresses on.
the first was the one i preferred. it was small, close-fitting and delicate,
with some, though not too much, lace.
the second was more boxy and a two-piece.
the third had too many v-shapes and was vying to be avant-garde,
and the fourth?
was even worse. i couldn’t believe angie was considering this one,
a warmish beige.
it’s not that i don’t like beige. i even like that color when it deepens. i used to have a tan slip that angie adored when she was 6 and adopted as her own nightgown.
she looked like a total princess in that slip with her light-cream skin, forest eyes, and copper helmet.
but that color for a wedding dress?
Mary Shaw est professeure de littérature française des dix-neuvième et vingtième siècles à l'Université de Rutgers (New Jersey). Outre ses travaux universitaires, elle a publié deux livres pour enfants ainsi qu'un recueil de poésie intitulé Album Without Pictures (Halifax, N. S., Editions VVV, 2008).