My bridal gown. So beautiful in design but it was never sewed. So lovely, ivory lace, ivory silk, sheer lace back, pleated bodice and flared skirt never sewed.
My veil, my "train."
{So foolish the bridal train, trailing along the ground, on dirty steps. What possible purpose, beautiful and costly dazzling-white silk so quickly spoiled.}
The held us captive. My dear mother, and me.
And so, when I was married to my husband it seemed to me a second marriage.
My veil, my "train."
{So foolish the bridal train, trailing along the ground, on dirty steps. What possible purpose, beautiful and costly dazzling-white silk so quickly spoiled.}
The held us captive. My dear mother, and me.
And so, when I was married to my husband it seemed to me a second marriage.
( Joyce Carol Oates )
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