By Ellen Lewis
Once, when I was quite young, I attended a winter wedding of friends whose financial situation allowed for an extravaganza that was way over the top. Actually, my parents attended too and though I was floored by the obvious expense and what appeared to be waste, my dad explained to me that these events created many jobs and I should just have fun. Nonetheless, I thought to myself that if I were married in a northern winter, I would do it quite differently. Somehow, the relentless snowstorms that have besieged the northeast this season, got me remembering. I love simplicity, but quality must always reign supreme. So here is my winter nuptial fantasy including the exquisite French Lou Lingerie which somehow reminds me of the erotic beauty of a snow when it is still falling.
