At first, I thought I wanted Tim Gunn to be president. But I don't think he'd like that job. So now I'm proposing that he head up a cabinet department -- a National Ministry of Making it Work. He'd be dedicated to helping us all reach our potential, by self-editing and thinking long and hard about our decisions. He'd talk us through crises. He'd cry a little bit, but we'd understand. And sometimes, if we really begged him, he'd go with us for darling tandem bike rides through urban parks.
And he'd certainly help us pick out wedding dresses, which, I know from experience, requires a team of advisers. (When I picked out mine, nine - gulp! - years ago, I first went with my mother, then with my friends. The opinions proffered were strikingly different.) I favor simplicity in bridal gowns, so I agree with the judges that Jerell's and Korto's were wayyyy too much. To paraphrase Michael Kors, you don't want too much stuff going on above, below, and around your boobs. And you definitely don't want anything growing out of your hair.
I'm having a hard time deciding whether I'd rather wear Kenley's or Leanne's. I think I might actually go with Kenley's, which looks like more fun to dance in. (Besides, it would probably give my relatives more shpilkes, which would be fun.) I love Leanne's structured dresses on an intellectual level, but I'm not sure I'd ever want to wear them. And as odious as Kenley is -- did you find it as striking as I did that she didn't introduce Tim Gunn to any of her friends? -- she seems to understand the spirit of a wedding. Or, at least, the spirit of a wedding I'd want to attend.
But does her dress look too much like the Alexander McQueen feather dress that Michael Kors was likely referring to? You be the judge. (Photo via televisioninternet.com)