Can she help it that black is her best color? Is it her fault that pastel peach and mint green make her look like a dish of lukewarm sorbet? What is a woman the likes of my friend, Annie, to do when she is about to become a MOB?
A MOB, for those who have not yet ventured into this role, is the Mother-of-the-Bride, the woman who must dress up on her daughter’s wedding day in an outfit unobtrusive enough so as not to upstage the bride. With brides getting older every year, and with plastic surgery being what it is, there is always that grim possibility that a MOB could look prettier than her daughter. This was never Annie’s intention.