Scarlet lady

Friday - - Editor's Letter - Karen Pasquali Jones Ed­i­tor kpasqual­i­

When I an­nounced I was get­ting mar­ried, my mother burst into tears and my friends whipped out their train­ers. Not be­cause they planned to run away but they wanted to be com­fort­able when it came to what they thought was the most im­por­tant part of the wed­ding: shop­ping.

So off I traipsed with an en­tourage of 10 to try on wed­ding dresses. It’s the stuff of most women’s dreams. For me it was a night­mare. There were puffy meringues that made me look like I be­longed on the top of a cake, slinky sheaths that high­lighted ev­ery ex­tra kilo, and ex­pen­sive haute cou­ture gowns that I couldn’t even squeeze a leg into.

Worst of all was the colour. I’m blonde with porce­lain skin and freck­les, which doesn’t look good with white. When I gazed in the mir­ror I looked in­vis­i­ble – my skin was the same colour as the dress. It was de­press­ing. I was go­ing to drift down the aisle as the bland­est bride. And then I stepped into a shop and saw my per­fect dress – in white or bright red. I didn’t hes­i­tate; I snapped up the coloured ver­sion. My guests and groom gasped when they sawme onmy wed­ding day, but I loved be­ing a scarlet woman. Check out our siz­zling bridal shoot on page 50. Happy Valen­tine’s Day!

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