If you grew up in South Louisiana, you may have seen Steel Magnolias once or twice. (Or own the Special Edition DVD...whatever.) I saw the movie. I watched the play. I advocate the reunion film where Shelby's son is engaged to a New Yorker who experiences culture shock when she meets the ladies who raised Jack (“If you can’t find anything good to say about anybody, then come sit next to me.”) She learns about Shelby through the beauty-parlor gals, and daresay learns more about herself?! Just a thought... Anyways, you get it.
It’s kinda a big deal. The movie is ingrained in the southern psyches of most women, particularly the scenes of Shelby’s wedding.
That wedding. It’s hard to top a Father of the Bride style home wedding, but the Eastenton’s took the challenge with chaos and cocktails. While my special day will have a strict No Firearms policy, Shelby’s daddy shooting birds in the front yard sets the scene for organized commotion on the day of their daughter’s wedding. The cake comes through the front door with people bustling from room to room while Shelby frets over her nail polish (“It looks like a stuffed pig bled all over my hand.”) It’s a happy/hectic scene that personifies most wedding days. And her wedding colors are no exception:
Shelby: "My colors are blush and bashful".
M''Lynn: "Her colors are pink and pink."
Shelby: "My colors are blush and bashful Momma."
M'Lynn: "How pretentious is this wedding going to get I ask you?"
Shelby: "My colors are blush and bashful, I have chosen two shades of pink, one is much deeper than the other."
Duh, momma. Even though the film was made in 1989 (adapted from Robert Harling’s play based on his sister) Shelby just got it. Her day was perfect, and no detail went unnoticed.
So in honor of Shelby Eastenton Latcherie, incorporate the two hues that have defined a southern wedding for the past 20 years. (Her groom's cake is optional.)