I'm looking at some pretty dresses for upcoming weddings (my own included!) and I'm gravitating more and more towards dresses that are basically beautiful swaths of blush and white minimalist flowing fabric held together by the tiniest strap. Not a fat strap that remind me of the highlights Kelly Clarkson circa when she won American Idol, but more the the kind of thing strap that is too fancy to be called "spaghetti." It deserves a better name if we're calling it a pasta, like Angel Hair, which implies heavenly clouds and naked babies with wings. But they are sexy, too — so no babies! These straps give you a little bit of a rush of anxiety in the way you ponder if the tensile strength of such a beautiful and dainty fabric strap could even hold up to the stresses of being a strap.
Notes to self Since 2006