So Delightfully Victorian
that a single man in possession of a great fortune
must be in want of a wife.
-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
There are opening lines and there are opening lines. And then there are closing lines. And then there are all the lines in between. And then there's the gal who can actually recite the entirety of Pride and Prejudice from memory. (She can also recite most of The Cutting Edge, which is another classic for another time.) So when a gal like this (and I speak, of course, of the flitgirl) pulls out her 45 issues of Martha Stewart Weddings to plan her dream wedding, are you surprised that her bridesmaids' dresses are delightfully Victorian? Empire waist. Shirred bodice. A delicate color of gold. Truely lovely. (In a way that contrasts hideously with my bedspread, hence the partial photos.) The arrival of my bridesmaid gown (for this is an evening, classy affair) inspired a few more progress photos of the Chuppah. The border is flying around the first corner (and may I commend Victorian Lace Today for a fabulous description of how to arrange the stitches on a knitted-on wide lace border!). And it is so delightfully Victorian as well.
Labels: The Chuppah