Hands up if you know what that means!!!
Wikipedia says it means this :A toile is a version of a garment made by a fashion designer or dressmaker to test a pattern. They are usually made in cheap material, as multiple toiles may be made in the process of perfecting a design. Toiles may be called "muslins" in the United States.
I'm off to the Gold Coast for a toile fitting for ze merangue. Who would have thought that this little chicky would be wearing a merangue on the big day. I never even thought it would be a big day, more a little day with a big party. It's actually going to be a big weekend more than a big day.
But yes, back to the merangue. I have lost 8 kilos since I first tried it and still it feels like the right dress. Now before you go thinking that I am one of those :must lose kg's for the wedding....it's more about the fact that jumping 20kg's in the years Mr. Rugby and I have been together has kind of felt like I have been living in someone elses body - so ze wedding is just the impetus to get my body back from this other one. To feel like me again.
Anyway, again, back to the merangue. I thought I wanted a skinny vintagey dress. Until I started trying them on and realised I didn't have a skinny vintagey body. (he he -vintagey body....I guess i wasn't thinking 'wrinkley' when i wrote that). In addition to that, every dress I was bookmarking or saving in my 'ideas folder' was....big.
So I progressed with the big try on. I tried on no less than 40 dresses. I went to six stores, and 1 store 3 times. Yeah, I know. Picky what!! I can't help it. I soon realised if I was going to get what I wanted I would have to up the budget. Quality doesn't come in a $1000 dollar package when it comes to wedding dresses. Apparently neither does service. But then I had had no experience or anything to compare to.
I realised a few things in this dress trying extravaganza. One, the fall, the texture, and the sound - that's right the sound, and the movement of the fabric was important. Also the lace and the beading. I realised how 'fine work' was something I was attracted to. I also realised that if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it....really as a once in a lifetime thing. Fittingly. No sari, or summer frock. A fuck-off wedding dress thankyou very much. (excuse my foul mouth - but the aggressiveness gives a good emphasis).
I realised I didn't want off the shelf, I wanted that whole experience of the toile, and the fittings, and the seeing a dress come together- again, something to only experience once. All these things I never would have known about myself. Mr. Rugby knows me better than I do sometimes I think.
In the process I coined some new words, the first is shjuushjy. I can't spell it very well...imagine a j/sh sound that you make with your tongue at the front top of your mouth...the shj part almost has a vibration to it. HA HA can you believe I am trying to describe this.
Anyway, important, shjuushjy sound is that crunchy swishy noise that certain fabrics make. I found if the dress made that sound I was having a lot more fun wearing it. Out comes my inner childishness...
Also important ' crustedness'. The attendants finally stopped correcting me with 'encrusted'. I want lots of crustedness.
And finally 'flowyness'. Somehow it had to be shjuushjy and flowy even though the two fabric types don't really do the same thing.
I know, the language is all very childish - I like to call it 'playful' - but I wonder if you don't have to embrace your inner childishness to know who you are as a woman???
Wikipedia says it means this :A toile is a version of a garment made by a fashion designer or dressmaker to test a pattern. They are usually made in cheap material, as multiple toiles may be made in the process of perfecting a design. Toiles may be called "muslins" in the United States.
I'm off to the Gold Coast for a toile fitting for ze merangue. Who would have thought that this little chicky would be wearing a merangue on the big day. I never even thought it would be a big day, more a little day with a big party. It's actually going to be a big weekend more than a big day.
But yes, back to the merangue. I have lost 8 kilos since I first tried it and still it feels like the right dress. Now before you go thinking that I am one of those :must lose kg's for the wedding....it's more about the fact that jumping 20kg's in the years Mr. Rugby and I have been together has kind of felt like I have been living in someone elses body - so ze wedding is just the impetus to get my body back from this other one. To feel like me again.
Anyway, again, back to the merangue. I thought I wanted a skinny vintagey dress. Until I started trying them on and realised I didn't have a skinny vintagey body. (he he -vintagey body....I guess i wasn't thinking 'wrinkley' when i wrote that). In addition to that, every dress I was bookmarking or saving in my 'ideas folder' was....big.
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| Vera Wang baby! |
So I progressed with the big try on. I tried on no less than 40 dresses. I went to six stores, and 1 store 3 times. Yeah, I know. Picky what!! I can't help it. I soon realised if I was going to get what I wanted I would have to up the budget. Quality doesn't come in a $1000 dollar package when it comes to wedding dresses. Apparently neither does service. But then I had had no experience or anything to compare to.
I realised a few things in this dress trying extravaganza. One, the fall, the texture, and the sound - that's right the sound, and the movement of the fabric was important. Also the lace and the beading. I realised how 'fine work' was something I was attracted to. I also realised that if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it....really as a once in a lifetime thing. Fittingly. No sari, or summer frock. A fuck-off wedding dress thankyou very much. (excuse my foul mouth - but the aggressiveness gives a good emphasis).
I realised I didn't want off the shelf, I wanted that whole experience of the toile, and the fittings, and the seeing a dress come together- again, something to only experience once. All these things I never would have known about myself. Mr. Rugby knows me better than I do sometimes I think.
In the process I coined some new words, the first is shjuushjy. I can't spell it very well...imagine a j/sh sound that you make with your tongue at the front top of your mouth...the shj part almost has a vibration to it. HA HA can you believe I am trying to describe this.
Anyway, important, shjuushjy sound is that crunchy swishy noise that certain fabrics make. I found if the dress made that sound I was having a lot more fun wearing it. Out comes my inner childishness...
Also important ' crustedness'. The attendants finally stopped correcting me with 'encrusted'. I want lots of crustedness.
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| 'Crusted Lace' |
And finally 'flowyness'. Somehow it had to be shjuushjy and flowy even though the two fabric types don't really do the same thing.
I know, the language is all very childish - I like to call it 'playful' - but I wonder if you don't have to embrace your inner childishness to know who you are as a woman???
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| Justin Alexander |
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| Henri Josef Dress |
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