My husband wore his family plaid to our wedding and it’s the one thing people who were there remember, five years later. Not the “Steel Magnolias” reception theme on which I worked so hard. Not the exquisite chicken piccatta. Not our hired DJ being stoned off his gourd and playing rap during the meal.
Why not follow the example of the mighty Celts and wear nothing
…nothing but woad and a winning smile.
Absolutely BarbaricMy husband wore his family plaid to our wedding and it’s the one thing people who were there remember, five years later. Not the “Steel Magnolias” reception theme on which I worked so hard. Not the exquisite chicken piccatta. Not our hired DJ being stoned off his gourd and playing rap during the meal.