I attended my first non Persian/Afghan wedding this past weekend. My uncle’s wedding (nearly 19 years ago) was pretty “traditional American,” but otherwise, I know, what a sheltered life I’ve had. The bride is a family friend of my fiancé’s and she and her husband put together a beautiful beach wedding. The weather was perfect, wine and lobster were in abundance, and the reception overlooked the ocean. As the night progressed, light from an almost full moon reflected on the water and eventually paired with a fireworks show.
The dress code was described as “resort casual”; they just wanted us to be comfortable and have fun. My hunt for the perfect dress took longer than expected. Everything seemed too floral or washed me out. Some random shopper at Cusp heard me complaining and she told me to check out the orange dress at the front of the store. It worked and it was on sale too, so double win.