'I never in my life saw any thing more elegant that their dresses. I dare say the lace upon Mrs. Hurst's gown--'
Here she was interrupted again. Mr Bennet protested against any description of finery.
(Pride and Prejudice, Ch 3)
Since there is no Mr. Bennet around that can interrupt me in my ramblings of fine lace, I will proceed as Mrs. Bennet could not do.
This weekend I passed a bride whose gown stole my attention. It was elegant, unique and had a vintage touch. Seeing that she was separated from her party, I approached her to comment on her taste. I had to, any dress influenced from fashion of bygone eras deserves attention and respect, both of which I gave. I knew it was her wedding day and she did not need strangers to commandeer her time, but sometimes you have to throw away protocol (gasps from the graves of Regency folk). I have a slight obsession with historical fashion and she evidently did as well. A shared interest like that needs to be acknowledged. Though our bonding was brief, it was lifting and enjoyed by us both. Moments like these are worthy to trump social etiquette.
While waiting on the grounds of the temple for my cousin and her husband, out came my kindred spirit! I wanted a picture of her trousseau, hat included. Into the crowd I went with camera in hand. My point and shoot camera did not catch all the delicate horizontal pleats and tasteful brooch well.
Soon I realized that I was crashing a wedding. Oops. I pretend that everyone I bumped into thought, "She must be from the other family." I am in the yellow skirt.
I originally thought I was getting the photograph to catalogue away for future designs. Looking back I realize this was not my true motivation. Though I admired her dress, there was no particular element of it that I had to capture. No, what I really wanted to document was that there are people like me in the world and that I had a moment of connection with one. I also wanted to remember how happy this girl was in her own unique style and original creation.
Luckily there were no Mr. Bennets to interrupt me in my fun. But then, Mr. Bennet would not have stopped me from crashing a wedding. He would let me 'expose myself in some public place or other as long as it is at little expense and inconvenience to him.' (modified from
Pride and Prejudice Ch 41). Just so long as he did not have to hear about the lace!