Mr.StrictlyIntimate
the Life, the Love and the Sex of Vienna.Archive for Gown
the perfect Wedding Dress – Chapter II or Mission not even a slightest bit accomplished
Searching for the perfect wedding gown is actually one of the hardest decisions a woman has to make throughout her entire life [besides the decision of saying yes or no to a man] – and well I have to admit that I love it. I simply love it, when a woman turns in every direction looking at herself in a wonderful [and too often not so wonderful] wedding gown until she comes to a point where she sees herself and realizes that she is wearing the perfect dress she has waited for so long – and that is the moment I love the most.
And while J. [my best friend - you may know her from several posts before], her mother and I where sitting on this beautiful old settee, chatting and talking about the wedding and what there is still to do the bride to be M. [J.'s Twin Sister - two unbelievably and unfairly beautiful women] came out of the closet in one of the most wonderful dresses I have ever seen and I did realize that this is what I want to experience one day [I mean the wedding itself and not the 'wearing a dress' - thing, I am not quite a cross dresser and I actually prefer not to be one - ever]. It is unbelievable how many woman in ugly dresses exist. Right in front of us was a girl [she must have been about 20 years old] in an absolute horrible dress – pure white, lots of pearls in various shades of white and colourless and her in that dress looking totally ana [ana means anorexic and believe me, if I say someone lookes ana [knowing my definition of thin is actually almost ana but still healthy] she is really ana]. Btw – on the wall of this bridal couture shop have been a lot of pictures of ugly brides in her even uglier dresses thanking the bridal couture shop for its help well and as I saw all this horrible colours of bridal gowns I got reminded of a poem I read once or twice or even three times [maybe even more, but that's our dirty little secret]:
Married in white, you will have chosen all right.
Married in gray , you will go far away.
Married in black, you will wish yourself back.
Married in red, you’ll wish yourself dead.
Married in blue, you will always be true.
Married in pearl, you’ll live in a whirl.
Married in green, ashamed to be seen.
Married in yellow, ashamed of the fellow.
Married in brown, you’ll live out of town.
Married in pink, your spirits will sink.
Maybe every bridal couture shop around the world should have this poem on their walls so every single bride can read it and prevents herself from making a huge unforgivable mistake – actually maybe even ruining the marriage before being married – I know it’s some kind of complicated but it is well, true.
After approximated 20 hours in the bridal couture shop we went on – J. going to University, M. and her husband to be going out choosing a cake, her mother buying a present and me going home writing this article. The search goes on, so stay tuned. 
We will find the perfect one – at least I hope so.
Well – be prepared and watch out for my next wedding article, believe me, there will be a lot more.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
something Borrowed, something Blue or why the Hell does the Bride want to dye her Wedding Gown?!
First of all, I am deeply sorry for not writing such a long time but as you might have guessed, life is a mess. The past two weeks I went through stuff and occasions that did not allow my thoughts to get rid of one inevitable question: Why do people marry?
This question does not appear in my mind because on Saturday an old friend slash frenemy married her boyfriend, her first one, actually (weird thought isn’t it?), no, I often asked this myself, because when you really think about it, mostly you only do hear about married couples that are separated and get divorced. But what about the happy couples? Those who are married for maybe thirty, forty or fifty years, without cheating on each other, of course?!
Saturday was a big day, actually S.’s big day. Her wedding day. At home my sister, my mum and I styled up and yes, we looked hot. Damn good. Actually too good for a farmer wedding. You might guess it was not in Vienna, but somewhere in a God forsaken place called Gaaden. I wouldn’t find a way back there again, to be completely true. Like usual we were absolutely on time and I can tell you something, we have been the only city people there, all the others came from the same or different one-horse-town. But at least, we looked good. People really stared at us and in the church I was about to commit suicide because three little babies (don’t ask me why they have been there, can’t remember anyway) were screaming constantly and annoyingly loud. I just sat there and hoped that god would send a heavenly gift to quiet these kids completely.
As we waited the traditional wedding choir started and one by one they walked in… the clergyman, bridesmaid after bridesmaid, maid of honor, the groomsman, the groom himself and then last but definitely not least on her big day, the bride in a – how could it be – white dress. She looked quite okay, I’d dare say, but that dress was horrible, really. Don’t get me wrong, the gown was suitable, for her, but for anyone who did not get a baby in the last months this dress could have been a tent too. Her hair was stunning. I loved this interpretation of a modern meets old-fashioned wedding hairstyle. That looked great and above all it looked like forty capsules hair spray used to fix it. Let me tell you, not a single streak went out of her row.
Kiss the Bride
The ceremony was okay. Not pretty thrilling or special but ordinarily okay. When we all were in the restaurant we ate and talked to the people sitting next to us. Well at least we tried. Is it a common standard that people from the country-side are really, really dumb?
Well, I took some time off, went out to smoke a cigarette and relax a little bit. It was raining, but it eased my thoughts on why I am the only single on this wedding. I guess I have never felt so alone and useless in my entire life. Everyone was either married or engaged or a couple since years (Guess who did catch the bride’s bouquet? An engaged girl with a maximum age of twenty-two, my frenemy S. was 21, by the way). That was so unbelievably frustrating that I seemed to drink a little bit too much wine actually. After I finished my cigarette I went straight to the bride and talked to her. And I just can’t remember anything she said because of one sentence that just blew me off the hook. When I talked to her about the dress and where she bought it and you know, the really important stuff, she told me, that she is going to dye it after the wedding to wear it to several balls. My mouth just fell open and I thought someone slingshot me in another time and place where tradition isn’t worth anything. I would have never ever thought someone would do such a thing, voluntarily. I always have been of the opinion that the wedding gown is something you keep forever and for always in a box on your attic to look at it some time to remember the most beautiful day in your life.
would you Dare to Dye your Wedding Gown?
Really, what do you think about that? I just am shocked, completely. Disturbingly, actually.
Doesn’t tradition mean anything anymore in our times? What does forever and for always mean nowadays?
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
