By Lisa @Privilege
25 or 30 years I ago I attended a wedding on a New Jersey farm. The land had been in the bride’s family for generations, and was replete with corn fields and hay bales. The groom was the brother of a man I hoped anxiously to marry. He would eventually propose, and I would accept, but not for several years.
In the early 80s a 25 or 26-year old unmarried High WASP might worry about what to wear to the wedding of her hoped-for brother-in-law. She might attend the event with an unquiet heart. And show up noticeably more fancy than most of the other guests.
I still remember my outfit – a pale pink linen camp shirt, black button-up cotton knit vest belted with thin black patent leather, mid-length pleated white cotton jacquard skirt, and a white, round-crown, wide-brimmed... More...
