NEW BRIDAL COLLECTIONS | Spring 2013: Alison’s Favorite Frocks Thus Far…

(Did you know that this is Bambino’s fate – http://i.imgur.com/A9pNe.gif - if I overfeed him? Just an fyi. I try to keep the image close just in case the urge hits to give him one too many treats.)

I always feel a little naked the first time I go outside wearing shorts and a tanktop. This I attribute to NYC’s unwavering commitment to skipping Spring and taking us from ski jackets to flip flops WITH THE QUICKNESS. Something about wearing so little while walking among others feels extremely bathing suity, except instead of being near a pool I’m swimming in a sea of my own sweat and hoping nobody can smell me when I sit extremely close to them at events.

Speaking of… as you know, it’s been bridal market all up in here, and there have been more shows to attend than babysitters to take care of Bambino McPup. There have been more shows to attend than Bambino has fart blasts. There have been more shows to attend than jokes I have on the issue of this show surplus. There have been more shows to attend than patience you have to keep allowing me to overdo the “more shows than ____” thing.

And so I ~~stand here~~ sit slouching before you, dress inspiration positively pouring like milk. And I’m excited to hurl that creamy amalgamation all over you. It is coming out of my gills.

By the way, you guys know me. You know what’s key to me falling – really falling, not hyperbolic-blogger-reaction falling – for a wedding dress. It’s got to have fit; it’s got to have style; it’s got to be worn, and not wear you; it’s got to have quality and it’s got to have grace. Because you never know if someone planing on wearing a bridal diaper (it exists, trust me) is going to wear it… aka, if a dress has grace, it has a shot at making up for a lack thereof.

Fortunately, I know my audience would never actually wear a bridal diaper (no seriously this exists) so I know I can speak candidly about my negative feelings on the concept. …… wait RIGHT? I swear, if one of you – just ONE of you – wears a bridal diaper so you don’t have to pee during your wedding, I swear. I SWEAR. I will figuratively shake my fist at you from afar and proceed to do nothing about it.

Ok, lemme get back on track. The dresses, yes, the dresses. The uniqueness of each of Carolina Herrera’s gowns, Monique Lhuillier’s attention to detail in a MAJOR WAY, the simple and sustained grace of Christos, the angular simplicity of Amsale, the over the top incredibleness of Oscar de la Renta….. they’re all, they’re just– it’s… you’ll see.

P.S. – Remember, if I don’t include certain dresses, or certain designers, it doesn’t necessarily mean I didn’t like them. I mean, it could mean that, but most likely it doesn’t, specifically with regard to not yet featuring certain designers. All in due time, my friendlies. All in due time.

Amsale Spring 2013