Today
Her voice was slightly soft, contemplating. The eyes were a little strained, considering.
"hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think about this blue, with white trimming? My mum has some white lace - bought it cheap when she was making a dress a while ago - that might work under the bodice, and as trimming around the neckline and skirt."
"Yeah, but there's black. That might work really well with blue aye."
"Ooh, should we go with blue and black then?"
...
The girl was sitting on the cork floor, wielding a butcher's knife. Her face was slightly raised, thinking, one hand holding the meat axe, suspended in midair. Large bits of lamb were being assaulted.
"So what should we do for dessert then?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Not sure. We were going to go with the chocolate mousse aye, but I'm not sure we have the ingredients for it."
"We could do something with apples then. Like apple crumble?"
"And ice cream? Yeah, that might work!"
...
It felt like a trap. The iron lid clanging as it fell, the mind inside a dank pit, no escape. Wanting to do the right thing, but not enough to see the right thing to its conclusion. Trying to help, to keep the peace in that situation where two warring minds collide, pierce each other and retreat. An armistice might be called, but at what cost? Peace does not mean resolution. Her mind, usually seeking to eliminate anything difficult and disturbing from itself, could not do battle with the situation, and dark closed in.
...
Thoughts/prayers. ...wow God, Your timing is amazing! - I should have trusted You more, of course... Of course You'd provide. And this is so ideal, You knew all along - but wanted to test my faith? I'm glad You did. I needed it..
...
"It's like a different world." The girl with the long brown hair nodded, understanding.
"All these amazing dresses.."
"I really like this one." She pointed to the dress, sweeping white satin with a beaded bodice and crimson satin detail.
"Or this green one - cream and green go so well together. Anything green, actually."
- - -
The shop lady, black-jacketed with white crochet detail, was trying to sell the girl-with-the-golden-hair the Most Beautiful Wedding Dress In The World. The golden-haired-one looked unsure, yet her eyes revealed the strong temptation to buy the dress in that impossibly beautiful moment. Her hair fell in ripples over the broad, thin shoulders, away down the back of the satin ribbon-laced back.
The two would-be bridesmaids gazed at the dress, and at the golden-haired-one. She was beautiful, queenly, in the beaded bodice, the pleated satin waist, flowing white skirt and lacy petticoat. The circular train fell just so and swept the polished wood of the floor. Her eyes met those eyes in the Extraordinarily Large, gold-framed mirror, as she saw what she Could Be, if she had the dress.
...
- Lydie
"hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think about this blue, with white trimming? My mum has some white lace - bought it cheap when she was making a dress a while ago - that might work under the bodice, and as trimming around the neckline and skirt."
"Yeah, but there's black. That might work really well with blue aye."
"Ooh, should we go with blue and black then?"
...
The girl was sitting on the cork floor, wielding a butcher's knife. Her face was slightly raised, thinking, one hand holding the meat axe, suspended in midair. Large bits of lamb were being assaulted.
"So what should we do for dessert then?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Not sure. We were going to go with the chocolate mousse aye, but I'm not sure we have the ingredients for it."
"We could do something with apples then. Like apple crumble?"
"And ice cream? Yeah, that might work!"
...
It felt like a trap. The iron lid clanging as it fell, the mind inside a dank pit, no escape. Wanting to do the right thing, but not enough to see the right thing to its conclusion. Trying to help, to keep the peace in that situation where two warring minds collide, pierce each other and retreat. An armistice might be called, but at what cost? Peace does not mean resolution. Her mind, usually seeking to eliminate anything difficult and disturbing from itself, could not do battle with the situation, and dark closed in.
...
Thoughts/prayers. ...wow God, Your timing is amazing! - I should have trusted You more, of course... Of course You'd provide. And this is so ideal, You knew all along - but wanted to test my faith? I'm glad You did. I needed it..
...
"It's like a different world." The girl with the long brown hair nodded, understanding.
"All these amazing dresses.."
"I really like this one." She pointed to the dress, sweeping white satin with a beaded bodice and crimson satin detail.
"Or this green one - cream and green go so well together. Anything green, actually."
- - -
The shop lady, black-jacketed with white crochet detail, was trying to sell the girl-with-the-golden-hair the Most Beautiful Wedding Dress In The World. The golden-haired-one looked unsure, yet her eyes revealed the strong temptation to buy the dress in that impossibly beautiful moment. Her hair fell in ripples over the broad, thin shoulders, away down the back of the satin ribbon-laced back.
The two would-be bridesmaids gazed at the dress, and at the golden-haired-one. She was beautiful, queenly, in the beaded bodice, the pleated satin waist, flowing white skirt and lacy petticoat. The circular train fell just so and swept the polished wood of the floor. Her eyes met those eyes in the Extraordinarily Large, gold-framed mirror, as she saw what she Could Be, if she had the dress.
...
- Lydie
posted by Lydie at
11:12 pm
3 Comments:
Woah!
Gotta love wedding dress shopping ay! So much fun!!!
wow this is so cool lydie :) hope you're having a super time in auckland. see you tomorrow xx
teehee! I'd never been wedding shopping before [lol].
Emz, you could skip the whole wedding dress idea and TOTALLY go down the aisle in your mouse costume! And guess what Caleb would be wearing.. *grins*
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