A wedding dress has to be perfect for the bride and no one else. This is what Georgiana thought before her boyfriend, Christian, proposed. After the engagement, she started getting suggestions from everyone. Some opinions weighted in more than others. Her grandmother wanted her to have a lace A-line wedding dress. Her mother wanted her to have a ball gown. Her future mother-in-law wanted her to have a cathedral length train since the wedding is going to be in the Basilica. Her sister wanted her to have a short wedding dress. Her friends threw in various comments about the details about a ribbon sash, the veil, and the beading. This wedding dress picking seemed to be everyone’s choice and not hers.
Now the day had come, she was heading to go wedding dress shopping with her mother, her future mother-in-law, her sister, and her father. They had arranged to arrive at the bridal shop at noon. Georgiana walked in to find everyone waiting for her. They were lounging around in the showroom. Her mother and father claimed the love seat. Her sister and her future mother-in-law, Joan, had chairs to the sides of the love seat. All was facing the platform where she would be getting to model dress after dress on. Two of the walls were lined with full length mirrors. The floors were a dark hardwood floors. Taking a deep breath, she joined the conversation about the dress that they had so politely started.
“How’s the dress planning going?”
“Oh, honey. You know we couldn’t start the actual planning without you,” her mom replied to her. “Joan, Mariah, and I were just discussing bridesmaid’s dresses.”
Mariah, her sister, stood up and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry. We’ll find the perfect dress,” Mariah whispered to her. “Mother, why don’t you go get th...
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...This overlay warped around her waist and left part of the lace layer showing. The overlay was actually a train. From the look of how much fabric was following the dress, the train was cathedral length. It was a fairy tale dress for the princess. Instead of speaking, Georgiana nodded in the mirror to her dad.
“It’s a little too much now. How are you going to sit in it? You can wreck a dress by sitting in it wrong. You don’t have any experience with ball gowns. That dress will be horrible to greet your guests in. Also how will Christian reach you over all those layers?”
Georgiana looked at herself in the mirror. It was big, but it was the one she wanted. Before she could respond, her dad leaned over to Joan, giving her his most serious face, and said, “That’s the dress she’s going to walk down the aisle in.”
Joan looks at him and then at Georgiana. “I suppose it is.”
Second, the groom visits the bride’s parents at their house to talk with her parents about the marriage. The parents question the groom to see if he actually loves their daughter. The groom clarifies to the bride’s parents he meet their daughter and fell in love with her. The groom also says he knows their daughter like a recipe. In the end of the visit, the parents tell him to come back in a week.
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She asked her if she hung the dress back up and she winked at her and said yes and then shushed her.
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from the groom's family that had carried her from her home. The bride now says
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The chosen garment that will be discussed in detail in this essay is the Royal wedding dress designed for Catherine (Kate) Middleton, The Duchess of Cambridge made by the English designer Sarah Burton creative director of the fashion label Alexander McQueen. This essay will cover the topics of this dress in terms of historical and cultural context, the formal elements and its meaning.
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to
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...ave me a bright pink gift bag stuffed with shiny silver tissue paper to open. Inside was a shirt that read “I’M A BIG SISTER!” I put the sister shirt on and saw everything differently. “Today marks an important day and you’re going to hold your brother even though you’re nervous, you’re going take responsibility and be the best caring, loving sister you can be”, I said silently to myself.