A MORNING AT LAMB BRIDE

THIS IS MY DREAM.

YOU AND YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER AND BEST FRIEND WALK INTO LAMB BRIDE ONE SPRING MORNING. THE SUN SHINES THROUGH THE CEILING HIGH FRONT WINDOWS, CASTING THE SHADOW OF A LITTLE LAMB ON THE HARDWOOD FLOORS. AS YOU WALK THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR, BELLS RING. A SIMLEY, HIP SALESGIRL GREETS YOU WITH A CUP OF TEA OR A GLASS OF (WHITE) WINE. YOU CHAT A BIT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS FOR YOU DAY AND FOR YOUR DRESS AS YOU MEANDER THROUGH THE COPPER RACKS AND RACKS OF BEAUTIFUL GOWNS. YOUR BESTY GRABS A GOWN OR TWO, AS DO YOU AND YOUR MOTHER, AS DOES YOUR SALESGIRL (BASED ON ALL OF YOUR WISHES). SHE SEATS YOUR POSSE IN A HALF CIRCLE OF CHAIRS AND CHAISES, CENTERED AROUND A TALL, ORNATE MIRROR AND A COLORFUL BERBER RUG. AFTER OFFERING YOUR LADIES A SELECTION OF FIELD & FIRE PASTRIES, THE SALESGIRL THEN ACCOMPANIES YOU TO YOUR FITTING ROOM.

FROM THERE, ALL IS PURE MAGIC. YOU TRY ON WHIMSICAL GOWN AFTER WHIMSICAL GOWN IN THE SUN DRENCHED SALON OF THE SHOP, SURROUNDED BY ONLY THE BEST COMPANY. MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND, YOUR SALESGIRL EXPERTLY ADDS CAPELETS AND BELTS AND HEADPEICES TO YOUR ENSEMBLE, YOUR SISTER HAS A BIT TOO MUCH WINE, AND YOUR MOTHER LETS A FEW TEARS LOOSE. IN THE END, YOU FIND THE GOWN. THE GOWN. THE GOWN YOU'VE DREAMED ABOUT FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS. WE HAND YOU A FRESH, WILD BOUQUET, PIN IN A VEIL, AND YOU'RE SURE. AFTER WE SNAP SEEMINGLY HUNDREDS OF PHOTOS AND THOROUGHLY OBSESS OVER YOUR LOOK, WE SEND YOU ON YOUR WAY. WE'RE ALL JUST ABOUT AS HAPPY AS CAN BE. 

  THIS IS MY DREAM.

XO, ALYSSA