Some say wedding season is approaching, as though weddings are dictated by the advancing monsoon or are somehow still reliant on the blessing of a bishop, who has to travel miles by horse buggy from your neighboring town, and so you might as well all get married on the same day. I imagine, in fact, the majority of weddings happen in the summer so that grains of rice flicker in the sun and everything seems holy - because how many times have you thought ‘holy’ when the sun’s going down and the sky turns 50 shades of pink?
Now maybe you are being invited to a lot of Stepford weddings with perfect ivory flower arrangements and chalk board cocktail menus, but I, on the other hand, am not, and haven’t been for the last fifteen years. My best friend got married in her apartment so she could move to Doha with her boyfriend and their children - he got a job at Al Jazerra, I congratulated them over the phone. My other friends, well, they aren’t getting married at all. One lives in Montreal and has had serious relationship after serious relationship but no one has stuck, another lives and teaches in Egypt and is having an affair with the millionaire proprietor of Egypt’s best resorts and yet another is a relationship expert who appears on television in the mornings, giving everyone advice on how to get and keep their boyfriends, she’s been single for a year.
Maybe we aren’t getting married because most of us almost-30-year-old women are being more particular about what we want, or maybe we just have no clue at all, maybe we are all afraid of commitment or more focused on our own ambitions, who knows? Perhaps we’ve even passed our expiry date because men our age didn’t want to grow up until now and now that they have, younger women seem to be the partners of choice. We’ve been abused as a generational anomaly and used as a particularly interesting news topic. We’ve been the producers and supporters of countless dating apps, some notifying you when there is a potential mate at your local cafe, others hooking you up with like-minded polyamorous lovers.
Not to say that we will never get married. The day will most likely come when all of your friends do decide to get hitched but it probably won’t be for another couple of years. The majority of us do end up walking down some makeshift aisle but not until our mid thirties and it won’t be the kind of wedding you were expecting to attend. As the framework of weddings begins to change and the importance of family acceptance wanes, our generation will be transforming the ceremony all together. Whether it is amalgamating the traditions of two different cultures or bringing together clashing religious beliefs in a civil ceremony that represents a small-scale peace talk, you should probably ignore any speculations of white dresses and ringing church bells.
Which leaves us all a little clueless about how to dress if you are finally invited to a lovely, intimate-in-your-apartment kind of wedding or if your friend decides the local hipster bar where they met is the way to go. So here are a range of wedding looks that will take you from rock bar to repurposed church.