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Okay so the first (dark purple) is the dress I am thinking of for my son’s wedding but it’s on Poshmark. This seller doesn’t offer returns so if I get it I’m stuck with it.

So I went to Nordstrom today to try on a couple of dresses by the same brand in the same size

Is this size okay? Note I am wearing flats and no shapewear. Do I need to size up?

Do not get me started, but I have an event coming up where these would not be covering enough skin. Is there anyway to fill in lace sleeves with a lining that wouldn’t be a hot mess? Or ideas for a “modesty panel” on the one with the lowish back?

Regular in my “clean out the fridge” rotation. Sheet pan bake of potatoes, cabbage, shredded chicken, and broccoli topped with melted cheese and Friendship 1% Whipped Cottage Cheese - the only cottage cheese I will eat. High protein, high fiber, SUPER filling.

Okay so after all the replies I feel like initial dress was going to be too big and heavy for the event. I decided to switch to a column/sheath silhouette. I found one I really like but it doesn’t come in any shade of purple, plus I don’t love the fluttery sleeves. I DO love the high bateau, the 3/4 sleeve length, and the little sweep train.

This is a formal Orthodox Jewish wedding. I’m a godless tramp but hey, not my day.

My mom is an amazing seamstress and said she can basically make the red dress with different sleeves. Opinions on which of the two sleeves posted would work better? Also a picture of me in case anyone has feedback on this dress re: my body type.

Thank you!!!

I hate this shit. I’m so tired I could die but every night I’m up for 2-3 hours. I’m currently drinking wine to see if that knocks me out.

Random photo of me in 1997, back when I could have vodka for dinner and sleep like an angel on a frat house floor.

So this is kind of complicated but here goes.

My son is getting married next summer. Our family is on the tall side - my husband and I are 5’8 and 6’5. Our son is 6’3 and our daughter is 5’9.

Bride is 4’10, her parents are 5’1 and 5’6.

I am fairly slender at a US size 6. I am not at all religious but my son and his fiancée are very religious. Modesty standards require that I wear a full-length dress, cover my elbows, show nothing below my collarbones. I am fine with this. Colors are “any shade of purple” and silver.

However, the petite size of my (beloved) future daughter in law and her (equally beloved) mother make me a bit self conscious about the space I take up. Like I’m not fat but I just feel sort of like…ungainly? I don’t want to take up space from them, but visually I just…do.

I’m also not a girly-girl. I tend to favor minimalist, tailored clothing. Think Stella Gibson in The Fall.

How do we feel about me wearing this gown with flats in the hyacinth brocade? Is it too…bridal?

Our children are getting married next summer and luckily I love her daughter, she loves my son, and we get along great. I’m 5’8 and a US 4/6, but because society is constantly making women aware of how much space they take up, I feel self conscious next to them sometimes as they are 4’10 and 5’0.

I realize I am not at all heavy or abnormally tall, I just become sort of hyperaware of myself when I’m with them. Sort of like…clumsy?

Anyway I jokingly texted the mom to be nice to me on the wedding day because I was going to feel like Drunk Godzilla next to them in pictures etc. (The height issue is an ongoing joke between our families because Fiancée is 4’10 and my son is 6’3 and my husband is 6’5. The other jokes is that their half-Tunisian daughter is marrying my pale, blue-eyed blonde son who will strip the grandchildren of melanin.)

Anyway, here is the resulting exchange. I love that our kids found one another.

I love this dress for my son’s wedding but the colors offered won’t work

Diabolical older sister behavior

My husband was raised Conservative-lite. I’m an atheist OTD Bais Yaakov girl and, somehow, we raised a frum son. He’s marrying his (beloved by us) girlfriend next summer.

This has been my latest breakfast hyperfixation. 6 minutes in the air fryer and 🤌. Royo bagels are not what you want if you are craving a proper bagel, but for this or other sandwiches with big flavors (tuna melt, breakfast sandwich, etc) I think they’re incredible.

Note: I listened to the audiobook on Libby and the narrator was 🤌

I laughed, I cried, I felt deeply called out. Our unnamed main character is a chronically online social media queen of some kind . She’s well monetized and well known enough that it’s her entire job and she travels internationally to meet fans and give talks on online culture. She’s the kind of person who knows every meme, every internet trend, every Twitter beef and Ancient Tumblr Lore. She reminds of the heyday of Internet Hippo, which makes sense I guess because the book was published in early 2021.

Anyway, she’s quippy and funny and deeply at odds with her Very Republican Catholic father. She frames Internet culture as the surrealist abyss that it is, the way it connects everyone while also isolating them. The internet is called The Portal. Trump is only referred to as The Dictator. This creates an incredible sense of knowing perfectly well that she’s talking about American culture but ALSO making it feel like you’re reading an anthropological study of a parallel dimension.

Her sister then gives birth to a very sick baby. Her life now shifts from a deeply depersonalized existence to extreme physical realities her niece faces.

The book is about the cynicism of online culture, sisterhood, the terror of womanhood in America right now, reconciling the unique challenges of how technology has shaped our current culture. As a 45 year old woman, this book felt so deeply Xennial I cannot even articulate it.

Here are some quotes I loved:

“The words Merry Christmas were now hurled like a challenge. They no longer meant newborn kings, or the dangling silver notes of a sleigh ride, or high childish hopes for snow. They meant "Do you accept Herr Santa as the all-powerfull leader of the new white ethnostate?”

“Are you… crying?” her husband asked, slinging his backpack into a chair. She stared at him blurrily. Of course she was crying. Why wasn’t he crying? Hadn’t he seen the video of a woman with a deformed bee for a pet, and the bee loved her, and then the bee died?”

“The difference between her and her sister could be attributed to the fact that she came of age in the nineties, during the heyday of plaid and heroin, while her sister came of age in the 2000s, during the heyday of thongs and cocaine. That was when everything got a little chihuahua and started starring in its own show. That was when we saw the whole world’s waxed pussy getting out of a car, and said, more.”

“There is still a real life to be lived, there are still real things to be done.”