Suburban Chicago, June 3, 1989. Here's a clip of the wedding guests singing "Ilgiausių Metų." When they finish the first verse, a woman asserts "Vaisingų!!", or "Fruitful Years!!" That prompts me to gesture a finger wag.
Not homemade, but it was not a wedding dress. It was an Italian debutante gown that I found in Chicago. I did not want a dress with a train or one that looked like a trumpet. That made for few choices in the 1980s.
The dress and headpiece were perfection. How deftly you thwarted the 80's, which so brutally reduced us to either unnatural shapes, or tawdry clubbers. One gray suit transformed me into an enormous flannel gnocchi. Now that was a case for reparations.
Gee, thanks! The headpiece was supposed to look like the crown of a Lithuanian folk dress.
I had many nasty suits from that era. Between 1986 and 1988 I flew to many job interviews at which I wore those suits. I remember in particular a navy pinstripe number. The skirt fell to mid calf. I did, however, have a wonderful pair of Italian shoes back then.
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You were a beautiful bride.
Aww, thanks!
No, you were, and that wedding gown was very nice.
Homemade?
Not homemade, but it was not a wedding dress. It was an Italian debutante gown that I found in Chicago. I did not want a dress with a train or one that looked like a trumpet. That made for few choices in the 1980s.
The dress and headpiece were perfection. How deftly you thwarted the 80's, which so brutally reduced us to either unnatural shapes, or tawdry clubbers. One gray suit transformed me into an enormous flannel gnocchi. Now that was a case for reparations.
Gee, thanks! The headpiece was supposed to look like the crown of a Lithuanian folk dress.
I had many nasty suits from that era. Between 1986 and 1988 I flew to many job interviews at which I wore those suits. I remember in particular a navy pinstripe number. The skirt fell to mid calf. I did, however, have a wonderful pair of Italian shoes back then.
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