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My niece got married yesterday, and DIL2B was a bridesmaid (along with my other niece). They all looked beautiful. The wedding dress was gorgeous and white, and the bridesmaids' dresses were flashy and hot pink. Too pretty!

I'm not a sucker for weddings. I've never gotten the least bit teary until yesterday. When I saw DIL2B yesterday, how gorgeous she was, and realized that in less than a month, SHE'LL be the bride coming down the aisle, I admit, I choked up a bit.

Another thing this wedding brought home to me: how totally unfair dressy occasions are for women versus men. In his entire adult life, Robert has never had even a moment's indecision about what to wear: a suit or his uniform, depending on the occasion. The kiddo hasn't had the slightest worry about choosing a tux, spending a fortune on it, having alterations, managing to walk and stand in it. Nope, he's wearing his dress blues. Simple. Easy. And he can wear them again and again, as the situation requires.

But for us women . . . we have to shop. Try on dresses. Spend a ton of money. Worry about shoes, slips, bras, pantyhose. Tripping over hems. Strapless bras that don't do their job properly. Falling off heels we're not accustomed to. (The bride's mother yesterday carried her shoes for a good deal of the time, and I don't blame her. The only thing that stopped me from taking off my own flashy little cute heels was the very real possibility I wouldn't get them back on.)

And for the wedding dress, it's a one-time shot (please, God!). All that money, and you'll never get to wear it again. At least I can wear the dress bought for the kiddo's wedding again . . . provided I ever have another formal event to go to!

Maybe that's why women tend to embrace shopping more than men do. It's not my favorite pastime, but I admit to finding a certain pleasure in it, especially when I find something lovely like the dress I bought for the niece's wedding, or the one for the kiddo's. Oddly enough, though it takes AN EVENT to get Robert into a clothing store, the kiddo likes to shop. Lord knows, in Italy, there are enough cool places to do it.

I once saw Dr. Phil's wife, Robin, on television, talking about how her personal shopper brings clothing to her house for her to try on, then returns what she doesn't like. Now THAT'S my idea of fun shopping. Rachel9:17 PM