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chic-a-gigot · 2 years

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La Mode illustrée, no. 48, 30 novembre 1902, Paris. Toilette de mariée. Modèle de mlle Louise Piret, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

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Toilette en moire étincelante, ornée de mousseline de soie.et de guipure. La jupe à longue traîne, garnie de trois volants plissés, disposés en pointe devant, est ornée sur le côté d'une draperie, légère en mousseline de soie, retenue par des touffes de fleurs d'oranger. La traîne est bordée d'une grosse ruche en moire découpée.

Le corsage, légèrement blousé et disposé devant en plis creux étroits, est fait avec un empiècement à col droit recouvert de guipure. Le côté droit de l'empiècement est encadré d'une double berthe en mousseline de soie, que l'on retient, sur le côté, sous.une touffe de fleurs d'oranger.

Ceinture en moire étincelante fermée sous un piquet de fleurs.

Les manches plates sont laites avec de larges bouffants, terminés par de hauts poignets de guipure évasés et bordés de ruches en mousseline de soie.

On complète la toilette par un voile en tulle illusion, fixé sur le côté sous une touffe de fleurs d'oranger.

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Glistening moire ensemble, adorned with silk muslin and guipure. The skirt with a long train, trimmed with three pleated flounces, arranged at a point in front, is adorned on the side with a drapery, light in silk muslin, held in place by tufts of orange blossoms. The train is lined with a large cut-out moire ruffle.

The bodice, lightly bloused and arranged in front in narrow box pleats, is made with a straight collar yoke covered with guipure. The right side of the yoke is framed by a double berthe in silk muslin, which is held at the side under a tuft of orange blossoms.

Sparkling moire belt closed under a spike of flowers.

The flat sleeves are made with wide puffs, finished with high flared guipure cuffs and edged with silk chiffon ruffles.

We complete the ensemble with an illusion tulle veil, fixed on the side under a tuft of orange flowers.

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chicbridals · 6 months

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Adding Sparkle to Your Wedding Look: Allure of a Sparkle Tulle Veil

Are you looking to add a touch of magic and glamour to your wedding day ensemble? If so, consider wearing a Sparkle Tulle Veil. This ethereal accessory is the perfect choice for brides who want to make a statement and dazzle their guests. In this post, we will explore the beauty and versatility of a sparkle tulle veil, and how it can elevate your wedding look to new heights.

So, let's begin!

Why Choose a Sparkle Tulle Veil?

The Sparkle Tulle Veil is a celestial masterpiece that will make you feel like you're walking among twinkling stars. This perfect accessory is made from custom French tulle with floral applique at the comb; this Veil is enchanting. It features a soft silver sparkle that adds a touch of brilliance and drama in the most subtle and mesmerizing way.

Whether you choose the fingertip or cathedral length, this Veil will create an ethereal aura around you as you gracefully glide down the aisle. So, what are you thinking about? Embrace the beauty of the cosmos and make your special day truly magical with this Veil.

How do you wear and pair a sparkle tulle veil?

Keep the following things in mind while wearing your wedding veil:

Choose the right Veil: Consider the length, style, and embellishments. Veil options include a cathedral, chapel, fingertip, birdcage, and blush veils. Select one that complements your dress and overall style.

Match the color: Ensure that the veil matches the color of your wedding gown. If your dress is white, choose a white veil. Matching the colors will create a cohesive look.

Secure the Veil: Use a comb, clips, or a tiara to secure the veil in place. You can also experiment with different positions to find the one that suits you best.

Coordinate with your hairstyle: Decide whether you want to wear the veil over your face during the ceremony or have it positioned at the back of your head. This decision will influence your hairstyle choice.

Consider your dress details: Take into account the details of your wedding dress, such as lace patterns, beading, or embroidery. Ensure that the veil complements these details rather than overwhelming them.

Balance the length: The length of your veil should be proportional to your dress and body shape. For example, a longer veil can add drama if you have a simple, sleek dress. A shorter veil might be more appropriate if your dress is already elaborate.

Conclusion

Adding a sparkle tulle veil to your wedding look can bring the perfect amount of drama and allure. Whether you prefer a small amount of sparkle or a veil filled with glitter, it's a personal choice that reflects your unique style and personality. Embrace your inner girly girl and let the sparkle shine on your special day!

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pathologicalreid · 3 months

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in sickness and in health | S.R.

Minutes before your wedding is supposed to start, Spencer gets cold feet, and you have to find out why.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff (a smidge angsty) content warnings: alzheimers, weddings, children, babies, sad!spencer, reader wears a dress and makeup, cursing word count: 1.8k a/n: so this became sadder than I had initially intended. also i decided to try something new and write in a different POV and i don't know if i like it. this is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' new beginnings challenge, because nothing says new beginning quite like getting married! thank you for having this challenge!

If it were up to you and Spencer, your wedding would’ve taken place at a courthouse with no fuss, just rings and a certificate. Especially after he shot down your idea of a 24-hour wedding chapel in Las Vegas.

In your defense, you pitched it to him as an intimate wedding in his hometown, but he didn’t take the bait.

But when the team found out that the two of you were planning what they deemed unsuitable, they all volunteered to help throw together a ceremony and reception. Everyone was under the duress of Penelope at the time, but they all volunteered.

She could be very formidable when she wanted to.

Your now maid of honor’s eyes were shimmering as she carefully adjusted some of the last few strands of hair upon your head, you had managed to talk her out of a tiara, but to Penelope Garcia, a veil was non-negotiable. “You look gorgeous,” she says, “the perfect bride.”

Laughing uncomfortably, you turn to look at yourself in the full-length mirror and take a deep breath, “Thank you, Pen.”

“I know I may have slightly nudged you in the direction of a bigger wedding-“

“More like punted,” you interrupt, an affectionate smile on your face.

Rolling her eyes, she leaned over to grab her buzzing phone on the velvet chair in your ready room. “Whatever, I just think that after everything you and Spencer have made it out of, you deserve a celebration that reflected that,” she speaks passionately, as she always does when discussing people in love.

Turning around to look back at the mirror, the tulle of your veil cascading over your shoulders as you grew giddy. Your dress was a whimsical, white chiffon that fell to the floor and moved with you as you walked. Small straps of fabric were delicately draped over your arms for an off-the-shoulder effect, you had never felt more glamorous. Although, if there was a day for glamor, your wedding day would certainly qualify.

You snap your head around to see Penelope furiously typing on her phone, “Uh oh,” she whispers, looking at the screen.

Humming, you step off of the pedestal and over to her, careful not to trip on your dress, “What’s wrong?” You murmur, trying to see what was distressing her. Dread built in your stomach; the team couldn’t be getting called away? Two of its members were about to get married. This is why you should’ve just gone to the courthouse; you never should’ve let Garcia talk you into this.

Jolting you out of your panic induced stupor, she answers, “Something’s up with Reid.”

Your heart clenches, “Reid? My Reid?” You whisper, “Is he okay?”

The two of you jump when someone bangs on the door, and she moves to open it, just a crack at first – to see who it is – and then all the way open to reveal Luke on the other side. Naturally, the members of the BAU made up your wedding party, and Luke as the best man was the easy choice.

He was mostly dressed, save for the bowtie that remained undone around his neck, “I need to steal Y/N.” His shoulders were rising and falling quickly like he had run across the building.

“She’s getting ready for the wedding. Her wedding,” Penelope answers, gesturing back to you. “Besides, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”

Really, you were mostly ready, you just needed to put your shoes on and line up. “There won’t be a wedding if we can’t get the groom out there,” Luke replies.

You warily approach the doorway, peeking around the door, “What’s wrong?”

“He just needs you,” Luke explains, gesturing toward you with his hands.

Nodding determinedly, you step out the door and run over to the other side of the building to where the groom’s ready room is, pulling the fabric of your dress up so that you don’t trip. Along the way, you pass a few guests, but you don’t stop.

It wasn’t news to most of them that you were a grounding force for Spencer, the two of you had been put through, as Luke put it, the wringer together and still managed to come out the other side. You skid to a halt in front of the door and knock quickly, “Spence, it’s me.”

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony,” he murmurs through the door, echoing the earlier sentiments of Penelope. You know he doesn’t believe in it, which only adds to your concern.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, fidgeting with the doorknob just to discover it’s locked. “If you don’t unlock the door, I’m going to go find Derek and have him kick it down for me,” you threaten, wondering if the reminder of all of the people here would coax him out.

There was no response from the other side of the door.

Sighing, you turn to look at Luke, “Can you give us a minute?” He nods, letting you know he’ll talk to Garcia before walking down the long hallway.

Once he’s gone, you hear the tell-tale click of the door unlocking, “Garcia will kill you if you walk in here.”

“Penny isn’t here, baby. It’s just you and me, okay?” You speak lowly, “What’s wrong, my love?” Dropping your hand on the doorknob, you startle slightly when it turns and the door swings open.

You yelp when Spencer pulls you in, closing the door behind you before he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. Immediately, you feel his body relax against yours, “Isn’t this supposed to be bad luck?” He murmurs.

Humming, you return his hug gratefully, “We’ve had enough bad luck, don’t you think? It’ll be okay.” His arms loosen around you, and you pull away slightly so you can look up at him, placing your hands tenderly on his chest, thumbing the satin fabric of his lapels. “And besides, I’m not fully dressed yet. I’m fairly certain that means it doesn’t count.”

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, holding you out at arm’s length. “You’re perfect, and I’m…” His voice trails off as he takes a step back from you, sighing as he takes a seat in one of the white chairs in the ready room.

Tilting your head to the side, you felt the fabric of your veil flow to the side, “You’re what, Spence?” You ask, slowly approaching the chair he was sitting in.

He furrows his brows in apprehension, “I think I might be scared of you,” he answers candidly.

You couldn’t help the giggle that spurted from your lips, “Am I really that scary?” You inquire softly, seeking more answers from him. You saw him better now, the darkness of his tux offset by the purple bowtie and handkerchief, joined with the light florals of his boutonnière. Spencer’s hair was a mess, a tell-tale sign that he had been running his hands through it.

Clearing his throat, Spencer looks up at you with a look in his eye that you can’t quite place, “I passed by your room earlier, and I heard you laughing.” He took a deep, tentative breath, “I thought you sounded so happy, and now I’m not sure I can keep you happy.”

Sighing, you duck your head slightly, “Spencer,” you say seriously, “are we still getting married today?”

“What?” He says in disbelief. “Of course we are, that’s not- I’m sorry,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “We’re still getting married; I’ve quite literally never wanted anything more in my entire life. I’m just worried,” he speaks quietly.

Gingerly, you step closer to the chair before he reaches out for you, placing a hand on your waist and gently guiding you down until you are sitting on his lap. “You make me so happy, Spencer Reid. I know that somewhere in that gorgeous brain of yours you know that, but I also know that you are your own worst critic.”

You’re sitting sideways on his lap with your legs latticed on top of each other. Gingerly, he places a hand on your thigh and another on the small of your back, “You deserve everything you want in the world.”

“And I want you. Doesn’t that count for something?” You ask him, emotion beginning to rise in your throat – you cannot cry, then the wedding would really be delayed. “Spencer, I’m so ecstatic that at the end of today, I get to be your wife. That’s such a privilege to me. You and I, we get to be so fucking happy today. We deserve that.” You tell him gently, “We get to be married and go on our honeymoon and come home and we can tell all of your stories to your mom, and we’ll have a baby or two and we’ll be so fucking happy.” You swallow your emotion, looking up at the light in the hope that it will clear your tears. “For the rest of our lives, we’ll be so happy.”

Then it came, “I don’t want to forget you.” His voice is almost imperceptible, but you hear him still.

The ache in his voice feels like a stab to your heart, you were well aware that his mother had Alzheimer’s. She wasn’t having a good day today, but the two of you had gone to visit her in the morning. Ever since she was diagnosed, it’s been like Spencer has a storm cloud hovering over him – he can’t be tested for the gene markers, not for a few more years. Taking a deep breath, you reach over and smooth his hair back, “If you get Alzheimer’s, I will sit down with you every day and remind you. I’m going to walk down that aisle today and tell you that I’m going to love you in sickness and in health and I’m going to mean it.”

“I’m scared,” he murmurs, leaning into your touch.

Using your free hand, you reach up and tenderly wipe a tear from his cheek, “We can take it.”

He nods in agreement with you, “Together, as a team,” he concurs, a slight amount of confidence returning to his voice.

Resting your head on his shoulder, the two of you take your moment. The last moment before you officially unite as one, and you let that moment take as long as you need. “I should go,” you whisper, looking over at the clock, the ceremony was supposed to have started by now.

Spencer leans down and kisses you, “I’ll see you out there?” He asks expectantly.

Nodding assuredly, you reach up and wipe a smudge of lipstick from his mouth, “I’ll be there.”

During the ceremony, you impressively were able to keep yourself together, until you promised him you would love him in sickness and in health.

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