#Basque neckline

[gogmstuff]

1890s dresses -

Top  1891 Princess Luise Margarete of Prussia by Josefine Swoboda (auctioned). From tumblr.com/pintoras/714297619466338304/josefine-swoboda-austrian-1861-1924-portrait; fixed spots w Pshop 1509X2137.

Second row left  1893 Young Woman Sewing by Norbert Goeneutte (location ?). From tumblr.com/catherinedefrance; removed spots w Pshop 1280X1805.

Second row right  ca. 1895 French walking dress (location ?). From tumblr.com/marchofanemones 735X988.

Third row  1898 Lillie by Childe Hassam (location ?). From tumblr.com/catherinedefrance 789X1009.

Fourth row left  1898-1900 Evening dress by Jean-Philippe Worth side (Metropolitan). From their Web site 3000X4000.

Fourth row center  1898-1900 Evening dress by Jean-Philippe Worth front (Metropolitan). From their Web site 2504X3416.

Fourth row right  1898-1900 Evening dress by Jean-Philippe Worth bodice (Metropolitan). From their Web site 2400X3600.

Fifth row  1899 Maria Klementyna Główczewska by Kazimierz Mordasewicz (Muzeum Narodowe w Warszawie - Warsawa, Poland). From tumblr.com/fashion-inspiration-s; fixed spots & edges w Pshop 199X3072.

Sixth row  Archduchess Maria Annunciata of Austria in costume. From antique-royals.tumblr.com/post/101524616478/archduchess-maria-annunciata-of-austria-in-costume 618X934.

[madebymaryssa]

This ombré red and green calf-length dress has pink, blue, lavender, and yellow roses embellishing the neckline, hem, cuffs, sleeves, and shoulders. The dress has long sleeves, a square neckline, and a tapered waist with a stomach pocket.

March 2021

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 5, 5 février 1898, Paris. No. 8. — Groupe de toilettes. Modèles de la Mson Balmain sœurs, 46, rue Ste Anne. Modèles de Mme Collet, 10 rue Taitbout. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Toilette de jeune fille, en drap bleu électrique. Jupe entièrement plate, garnie d'une légère soutache formant tablier, et tournant jusque derrière. Corsage boléro en drap de la même teinte également soutaché et laissant voir une chemisette de taffetas bleu électrique.

(1) Young girl's ensemble, in electric blue cloth. Completely flat skirt, trimmed with a light soutache forming an apron, and turning all the way to the back. Bolero bodice in cloth of the same shade also attached and revealing an electric blue taffeta shirt.

Matériaux: 6 mètres drap, 4 mètres taffetas.

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(2) Toilette de promenade en drap mordoré. Jupe toute plate et unie. Corsage blouse en drap mordoré garni d'un empiècement de velours miroir mordoré se continuant en pointe sur les manches et entouré d'un galon brodé de perles de toute nuances. Ceinture de velours garnie du même galon remontant sur le corsage en corselet et de boutons miniatures entourant la taille.

(2) Walking ensemble in bronze cloth. Very flat and plain skirt. Blouse bodice in bronze cloth trimmed with a yoke of bronze mirror velvet continuing in a point on the sleeves and surrounded by a braid embroidered with pearls of all shades. Velvet belt trimmed with the same braid going up the corselet bodice and miniature buttons surrounding the waist.

Matériaux: 7 mètres drap.

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(3) Toilette de dîner en crêpe de Chine mauve. Jupe sans couture et toute plate. Corsage en crêpe de Chine mauve recouvert de mousseline de soie crème et de Chantilly noir. Corselet découpé, formant crevés, en broderie Louis XV multicolore. Encolure en dentelle noire, paquet de violettes au pied du col.

(3) Purple crepe de chine dinner ensemble. Seamless and flat skirt. Mauve crepe de chine bodice covered with cream silk chiffon and black Chantilly. Cut-out corselet, forming crevés, in multi-colored Louis XV embroidery. Black lace neckline, bunch of violets at the base of the collar.

Matériaux: 15 mètres crêpe de Chine; 4 mètres mousseline soie en 120.

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(4) Toilette de réception en satin noir. Jupe entièrement recouverte de petits volants de mousseline de soie noire, froncés. Corsage blouse en tulle pailleté de perles et de paillettes bleues, ouvrant sur un grand empiècement de mousseline de soie noire plissée, encadré ainsi que le col de grosses perles bleues. Manches toutes plissées en mousseline de soie.

(4) Black satin reception ensemble. Skirt entirely covered with small gathered black silk chiffon ruffles. Blouse bodice in tulle sequined with pearls and blue sequins, opening onto a large panel of pleated black chiffon, framed as well as the collar with large blue pearls. Sleeves all pleated in silk chiffon.

Matériaux: 15 mètres satin, pour les volants de mousseline de soie sur 5 centimètres de hauteur compter 3 fois le tour de la jupe par volant.

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(5) Jaquette blouse en drap brique, entièrement recouverte de galons de mohair formant damiers. Revers semblables, bordés ainsi que le col, la basque et le tour de la jaquette, d'un dépassant d'astrakan.

(5) Blouse jacket in brick cloth, entirely covered with mohair braid forming a checkerboard pattern. Similar lapels, bordered as well as the collar, the basque and the edge of the jacket, with an excess of astrakhan.

Matériaux: 3 mètres drap.

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(6) Toilette de jeune femme, en velours vert gris. Jupe plate et unie. Corsage également en velours avec petits crevés laissant voir une chemisette en mousseline de soie crème garnie de dentelle. Le devant du corsage et les crevés sont garnis d'un étroit galon d'acier. Col et ceinture en satin vert avec barrettes d'acier.

(6) Young woman's ensemble, in gray green velvet. Flat, plain skirt. Bodice also in velvet with small slits revealing a cream silk chiffon blouse trimmed with lace. The front of the bodice and the slits are trimmed with narrow steel braid. Green satin collar and belt with steel barrettes.

Matériaux: 16 mètres velours; mousseline de soie, 1 m. 50.

[tssdresses]

The Poll Dress!

Here's a master post for the poll dress! I'll update this as we go! (Last updated: 04/02/2024)

Important Info! I am having some medical work done, which, living in the US, is hella expensive, so I'll be a little more behind on dress making while I work through the payments for that. Unfortunately, this has pushed my completion dates back a good amount. I'm hoping to order materials in late April and finish the dress by May.

Links to the polls

Make a dress? Side to draw influence from? Colors? Primary, secondary, tertiary. Skirt length and style? Sleeves? Tie-breaker. Neckline? Waistline? Vibes?

Design elements decided so far!

This dress will be for the unknown Orange side. Our color scheme will be mainly orange and black, with a bit of indigo and white for accents. The skirt will be midi-length (fall at or just below the knees) and have an asymmetrical style. The gown will have a Basque waistline and a high neck with bishop sleeves. There will be steampunk vibes through the garment.

Polls round two (accessory questions)

Hat! Charms! Shoes! Glasses! Am I forgetting something super important?

Accessory elements decided!

It's tiny hat time, people! Rather than charms, I'll be stringing some jewelry chain along the garment (and maybe a little bit of charms, too, as a treat). This is going to make great noise whenever I move. Thrifting shoes means that I can't guarantee exactly what kind and style I get, but my order of priorities is: heeled boots, stripper heels (nice), boots, flats. I'll update y'all when I get to go out and what I find in my size! For glasses, we're going to go with some cool sunglasses I found online a while back.

Links to progress posts will be here!

Started looking into some skirt and sleeve reference photos I liked Fabric Scavenging (This one's no longer relevant, rip) Some fun dress reference images!

[jewellery-box]

Wedding Dress, 1881. Europeana.

Two-piece wedding dress (bodice and skirt) in ecru satin, embroidered on tulle with a motif of leaves and flowers in white straws and glass beads. Tight V-shaped bodice with sweetheart neckline, trimmed with silk ribbon, elbow-length sleeves in ecru grosgrain, embroidered on tulle, long winged sleeves with ruched shoulders, hook-and-eye front fastening, back with panels decorated with grosgrain bows. Cloche skirt with pleats taken up on the back, shaped basque and front panel embroidered on tulle with lateral applications of flowers in silk thread and pendants in silk thread and glass beads.

[floral-force]

Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 10

We Are One

din djarin x f!reader

summary: Din and his princess get their happy ending with a wedding fit for royalty.

words: 4.5k+

warnings/tags: this is just extremely fluffy and self-indulgent. my blog and works are 18+ always. good friend Greef Karga, nervous!din, Mando'a, cute wedding stuff bc i'm a sucker for it

a/n: this is the final chapter in din and his princess's story. hold on for the epilogue, though!

read on ao3 | series masterlist

previous | epilogue

You stood in front of the tri-fold mirror nestled in the corner of your bedchamber, the right pane ending where a marble post began its arch to the ceiling, dropping to the other side and outlining the inlet where a chaise sat in the morning sun. One of your chambermaids picked up the tiered tulle slip laid out on it, arranging it over the circular pedestal the other dragged over and positioned in the center of the mirror. They let you rest your hands on their shoulders as you stepped up and into the opening, giving them thanks when you stood straight and still. The women pulled the slip up until the high waistband sat perfectly on the natural pinch of your torso.  

Without delay, one kicked two wooden stepstools behind you while the other pushed the wearing your wedding dress mannequin over. They whispered to each other and smiled, their happiness deflating your anxiety a tiny bit. As they both worked at undoing the small buttons on the back, you tried to slow your quick pulse, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself. The air was cold and prickled your skin; you grounded yourself to that sensation, even if it was a little unpleasant. 

You gasped when you heard the door creaking open, but you and the chambermaids were relieved to see it was just Peli and your mother. The fairy flew over in a rush, her full blue dress bouncing with the sudden change of speed. Your mother was close behind, her rich purple dress taking a pearlescent sheen in the sunlight with each quick step. 

“Allow me,” Peli said, pushing her sleeves up a bit and waving her wand. 

The chambermaids gasped in awe when the dress lifted into the air, the full tulle skirt flowing out in a halo above you. Without instruction, you raised your arms and closed your eyes as the dress was slowly lowered over you. When you opened them again, the women helped you put your arms through the delicate tulle bishop sleeves before getting to work on buttoning the back up.

Peli floated behind your left shoulder and your mother stood on your right, both women dabbing tears off their cheeks with handkerchiefs. The chambermaids finished, and you thanked them profusely before they walked to the right and towards the vanity across the room. 

“Oh, Rose!” Peli clasped her hands and smiled with a quivering lip. “You look beautiful.”

“Absolutely beautiful,” your mother echoed, fingers absentmindedly smoothing the skirt of your dress. Her pointed golden crown glinted in the light when she tilted her head and smiled at you in the mirror. “You really outdid yourself, Peli.”

“It wasn’t all me. Your daughter was showing me how far she’s come in the art of making royal demands.”

You gasped and playfully threw your hand back at Peli with a scoff. Your mother chuckled. 

The dress really was perfect. Peli had met your expectations and then flew to the heavens with them. The ballgown silhouette was delicate but full from its pink-hued champagne tulle lining. A layer of white tulle embroidered with Chantilly lace floral appliqués that wisped up from the hem to the bodice gave it an ethereal feel. You hadn’t specified what flower to use among the leafy accents, leaving it up to Peli. Seeing the briar roses among the dainty, leafy vines confirmed your guess as to what she’d pick—and they were lovely.

You smiled at how the pointed Basque waistline and sweetheart neckline with its modest plunging illusion inset perfectly accented your figure; it had been Peli’s idea to include these things, and you were thankful you allowed her to. The bodice was embroidered with the same white floral appliqués adorning the skirt of your dress, a few trailing vines dripping down to the tulle skirt. The lace motif curled around to an open back, small satin buttons trailing down your spine at the point of its subtle v-line. The pattern curled around the top of your off-shoulder sleeves and few smaller iterations of the lace roses decorated the thin tulle, while the cuffs were completely wrapped in the pattern.

Peli nodded at you in the mirror and smiled. “Turn around.”

“Why?” you asked, slowly starting your path with gentle movements to the left her despite your suspicion.

She winked. “You’ll see.” 

She waved her wand, and you felt the back of your dress lift up. It was far easier for you to move, but you still did so with caution. She abruptly told you to stop when you’d almost made it around. Material dropped to the floor again with a light rustle, and you met Peli’s eyes. She tilted her head towards the mirror, and you looked over your shoulder to see a train of tulle flowing out behind you. It was speckled with the same lace motif and added to the dress’s delicate, feminine quality. The train was so long that it was spilling up against the mirror; your mother had had to take a few steps back and into the sunlight spewing through the inlet’s large window. 

“Oh, Peli!” Your mother sighed, teary eyes trailing up from the embroidered train to meet yours, then to the fairy’s. “It’s going to look marvelous at the ceremony.”

You nodded in agreement. Tears you didn’t know had formed trailed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Aunt Peli.” You sniffed, taking her small hands in yours, voice wavering when you spoke again. “Thank you for everything.”

She didn’t need to say anything, and you didn’t expect her to. Your aunt had done so much for you, including bringing your beskar-clad fiancé to you—even if that was an accident. Peli pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you softly laughed when tears fell down her face to match yours. She shook her head and flew back a bit as she dabbed her cheeks dry.

“Goodness!” She exclaimed with a sniff. “I’m gonna waste all of my tears now and look like a mean old hag at the ceremony when everyone else is crying and I’m not.”

“You might not be alone,” your mother suggested after you had all finished laughing.

You went to turn and face the mirror again, Peli lifting the train with her wand so you could move and ask, “You don’t think the ki—er, father will cry?” You bit your bottom lip at your mistake; calling your parents by their titles was a reflex that you may always be chipping away at. 

She shrugged, crossing her arms. “He may. I can count on both hands the number of times he’s cried. One of which being the night we…” Your mother trailed off and her face was suddenly painted with sadness. She took a deep breath and looked back up at you, shaking her head and softly smiling again. “Who knows? Maybe his daughter’s wedding will make him shed a tear or two.”

“Who knows!” Peli exclaimed from the other side of the room, your heads turning.

She was flying behind the chambermaids as they approached you, one of them holding a dark wooden box. It looked long and deep enough to hold a bushel of the crabapples that grew near the cottage you found yourself missing the past few months. The thought made your heart heavy for only a moment. You bit the inside of your cheek and fiddled with the diamond ring on your left hand. This was supposed to be a happy day; you couldn’t linger on your blue nostalgia. 

When the women stopped a few feet away from you, your mother gently took the box with a nod, clutching it in her hands. The other held your shoes—a pair of clean, white satin heels—in her hands, waiting expectantly at Peli’s side. When Peli waved her wand and raised the front hem of your dress enough to reveal your feet, covered in thin, white stockings, the chambermaid crouched down and helped you slowly step into the oddly comfortable heels, smiling with you when you wobbled. You thanked her and steadied yourself; Peli took that as her cue to fix your hair with a swirl of her wand. The other chambermaid returned and started to add a little makeup to your face—enough to accent your features and match your dress’s soft, romantic look.

When it was all finished, your mother stepped to your side and exhaled, her shoulders sagging. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at you in the mirror, a rogue tear slipping down her cheek. If you weren’t wearing makeup, you’d tear up too. She stepped in front of you and took a shaky breath, saying your name three times as if she was reciting the end of an incantation.

“I want to give you this to wear.” 

One of the maids brought over a small table, and your mother set the box down, her thumbs flicking two tarnished latches up. She kept the box closed and bit her lip. Her fingers traced over the intricate carvings of vines and leaves, fingernails catching on deep ridges. Your mother shook her head and chuckled to herself.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting a Mandalorian to give you back to us. Seeing you next to him—” her eyebrows knitted together— “I thought he’d taken you captive from Phillip and was going to hold you for ransom. Use our pain against us. If it weren’t for Peli’s testimony, I think Stefan would’ve had him hauled away. And if he hadn’t, I certainly would have.” 

You could only listen and try to process what she was saying and why she’d chosen to confess her hesitancy and dislike of Din today. She looked up at your confused face. A gentle expression washed over her. 

“I hope you’ll forgive me for my grave misjudgment. After seeing how he behaves around you, how he treats you…I think—no, I know he’s an honorable man.” 

Your mother lifted the lid of the box, and you got a glimpse of a small, oblong package resting on top of something else, both hidden under brown paper. She gingerly started to unwrap the smaller item with the chambermaids’ help, and you gasped when you saw a fringe tiara, its dainty spikes of diamonds sparkling in the light. The brown paper was pulled back and carefully unwrapped to reveal a delicate two-layered veil; your mother had it draped over her arms and you saw the intricate lace embroidery around the edges of it. 

“I wore this on my wedding day,” she said, meeting your eyes again. “I want you to wear it for yours.”

You could only grin at her and choke back a sentimental sob. She walked behind you and Peli followed her with a gentle hold on end of the veil. Your mother gently placed the tiara on the crown of your head, making sure it was in the correct position. It was heavy on your head, forcing you to stand as straight as possible; Din would probably tease you for it later. Peli flew over you to drape the blusher over you, the thin material reaching your fingertips. All four women in the room looked at you in the mirror, smiling and sighing. Your mother wiped a few tears off her face. You almost shed a tear yourself, but Peli gently tapped your bicep and joked that you’d ruin your makeup.

The collective adoration ended when there was a sharp rapping on the door. 

“Your carriage awaits, Your Majesties!” A man declared.

Your aunt and mother turned away from the mirror and looked at you. Your mother took your hands in hers and squeezed as she said your name.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

You nodded. “I am.”

Din stood outside the ballroom’s heavy oak doors, shifting his feet and fidgeting with his thumb. Seeing so many kriffing people filing in for his wedding had put him on edge. He’d expected their stares and whispers, but it affected him more than those reactions usually did. Not only that, but he was also doing the unthinkable—he’d left his weapons in his room after his fiancée begged him to, saying her father was uneasy about how it might affect their relations with the kingdom’s subjects. She told him that she hated it as much as he did, but she implored him to do this for her. Weapons were his religion, but she was his goddess, and he would always do her bidding. Thank the Maker the king had told him a few days ago that he could keep the darksaber on his hip. 

Greef Karga stood at his side and nudged him with his elbow. Din looked at him and saw the man’s concerned expression.

“Mando, relax,” he urged.

“How am I supposed to relax without my blasters?” Din snapped. He dropped his visor to the ground, nudging the toe of his boot against a crack in the stone. He sighed and clenched his fists. “I’m just…”

When he trailed off, Greef hummed with a smug realization. “The great Mandalorian bounty hunter, best in the Guild and a dragon slayer,” he teased, earning a snap of Din’s helmet in his direction, “is afraid.”

Din’s hands slapped against the side of his thighs, and he groaned. Under the helmet, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment, the tips of his ears burning. Leave it to Greef to see right through him and make him squirm. Din had come to consider the man a friend over the years, and he immediately knew he’d have Greef at his side for the wedding. Of course, the man gave him a wide grin and clapped Din on the arm and then nearly choked on his spotchka when Din told him who his soon-to-be spouse was. He’d also finally told Greef his name; it was only appropriate since he’d agreed to be the best man at his wedding.

“You know, it’s not a bad thing to be nervous, Din.”

Din exhaled, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He hung his helmet down and shrugged. The beskar felt heavier than it ever had before. 

He looked at his friend. “I don’t even feel this way when someone’s holding vibroblade against my throat, or when I’m in unarmed in a fight against people who are.”

Greef gave him an understanding smile. “Feeling nervous just means you care.”

Din paused, then nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

The two men stood next to each other in silence, Din’s thoughts moving at hyperspeed. He had only just managed to capture one when Greef nudged him. Din followed where Greef jerked his head and saw the group of people walking up the wide stone steps to the doors. He saw their carriage drive away as the officiant reached the door, King Stefan and Queen Leah right behind him. 

Din had breathed a sigh of relief when his princess told him there’d be no religion involved. She told him he could have another Mandalorian come and say their marriage rites alongside the royal officiant if he wanted. Din had refused; the covert had to stay hidden. Instead, he paid a visit to the Armorer and left her tasked with only one thing that he had to do.

The queen gave him a soft smile, her right arm hooked through Stefan’s left. She motioned for Din to walk over, and he did with shaking knees. They were both lavishly dressed; the queen wore a cape made of golden brocade while the king’s long tunic matched his wife’s purple satin dress, a black cloak with an intricate gold jacquard pattern all over it trailing over his shoulders. Stefan extended his hand and Din shook it. Din was thankful for this distraction from his anxiety, even if it made him feel a bit awkward. 

“Din,” the queen said, “I noticed you don’t have any family with you.”

“Just Greef Karga, my…friend.” It was still such a foreign word to him. “The Mandalorian covert I belong to needs to stay hidden.”

“Even for your wedding?” Stefan raised an eyebrow. 

“I can’t risk my covert. This is The Way.”

Leah sharply inhaled, her brow furrowing in thought as she looked up at Stefan. “If my husband is fine with it—” she gave Din a tender smile— “I’d like to walk down the aisle with you.”

Din waved his hands. “No, that isn’t—”

“Stefan is walking our daughter down the aisle,” she interjected. “I’d just be alone.” 

They both looked at him expectantly. Stefan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Now he knew where his bride got her stubbornness from. 

Din shook his head and shrugged. “Alright.”

“Good man.” Stefan commented, the threatening demeanor melting away. He kissed Leah’s hand, giving her a warm smile.

Leah walked in front of her husband and Din offered his bent left arm for her to take. She gently guided him to stand off to the right of the doors where they’d be hidden from view when they opened. The officiant directed everyone, her voice commanding and urgent. It reminded him of the Armorer and helped his body and brain settle a bit more. An usher stood across from the wedding party, presumably to direct them inside. Greef shook Din’s shoulder, making him turn around. He couldn’t help but smile at Greef’s encouraging grin, feeling a bit more at ease. Maybe having a friend wasn’t all that bad.

The sound of the doors creaking open into the cathedral made Din’s stomach turn. The officiant walked in immediately after the first note of the opening flourish to what Din assumed was a processional. Not long after, Din walked forward with the queen, his hands clammy under his gloves. The usher motioned them to turn and walk, and Din nearly swore when he saw how far away the altar was. He could barely process anything after he took his first step onto the white carpet running down the altar the officiant was now walking up a few steps to. He kept his eyes straight ahead and focused on the waiting officiant, Leah’s hand occasionally giving the exposed part of his forearm a reassuring squeeze. The music filled his ears and covered the thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears. When they reached the base of the four steps leading to the altar, she turned to Din and took his hand in hers, giving him that soft smile his princess gave him. 

Din took his place on the right side of the altar, his shaky breaths adding a layer to the music only he could hear. He watched Greef walk down the aisle to prevent his eyes from darting around the crowd. He nodded when his friend took his place at Din’s left side. The processional had become louder, its majestic melody crashing into his bones. Right as strings began to twirl up a scale, a crescendo building, he saw her step into the cathedral.

There was shuffling as the crowd stood and gasps of awe speckling the most triumphant iteration of the melody yet as she walked down the aisle towards him. He felt his throat burn and his eyes tear up, threatening to spill down his cheeks the closer she got. Her dress was soft and highlighted the curves he loved to hold, the color of the fabric perfect on her skin. As she got closer, he noticed the dainty lace flowers on her skirt. He assumed the pattern was also on her sleeves, but he was too focused on her gorgeous shoulders and collarbones to really care about her sleeves. Peli flew behind her, low to the floor, gently grasping her dress’s lengthy train in her tiny hands, but the way it splayed out perfectly behind his bride with little effort from Peli made him think she’d used a little magic, too. His bride’s lips were painted with an affectionate smile that made his heart swell, even if it was muted under a thin veil. The bouquet in her hand was full of white roses, thin, light green strands of tiny leaves spraying down the front and sides. Din swallowed and drank her in, committing the moment to his memory. 

As the processional neared its end, Din hurriedly took his gloves off and shoved them in his belt, swearing to himself for nearly forgetting; he’d just been hypnotized by her. She ascended the steps with Stefan, stopping on the last one before the altar. He gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and placed her right hand in Din’s open left palm. 

“Take good care of her,” Stefan said with teary eyes.

Din nodded and Stefan walked back to sit next to Leah. Din and held onto her fingers as she stepped up to the altar and took her place across from him with a nervous smile. Peli quickly splayed out the long train of her dress and veil behind her down the stairs to show off its intricate embroidery, then flew over to take her bouquet before taking her place floating behind his bride. Rustling filled the air after the orchestra’s final note dissipated into the cathedral’s vaulted ceiling, and it was finally time to begin.

The sound of the officiant’s voice faded into the background as he stared at her, his chest warm and knees weak. The tiara she was wearing pointed up under the veil, and he felt a beatific smile split his lips into a grin. Her eyes searched his visor, her face radiant and brightening the room despite the veil. Not sleep nor tulle could dim her glow. She must have sensed his anxiety, because she took his other hand in hers and gave them both a squeeze. It instantly soothed him.

“It’s alright Din,” she whispered under the officiant’s booming voice. “Just breathe, baby.”

He wished she could see the way her words made him melt, how her voice alone forced every iota of tension out of his body. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered back, his throat dry and voice wavering. 

It was all he could manage, but at least his compliment made her smile even wider. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side as she did, then opened her eyes after a few seconds and stared straight into his. Din loved making her flustered just so he could see her cute reaction.

He barely registered anything that didn’t involve him directly touching or speaking to her. All he could see was her. All he could feel was her hands—they were clammy, making him feel better about his sweaty ones. All he could do was stare and let his eyes wander over her so he could sear this moment into his brain and see it clearly for the rest of his life. Din’s heart hammered in his ears as he responded to the vows—saying “I do” just as he’d practiced—and it soared into the sky when she echoed his words. 

The officiant looked at Din, flipping a page in her leather-covered book. She cleared her throat before announcing both of their full names.

She continued, “You will now recite the Mandalorian vow together.”

His mouth was suddenly drier than the sands of Tatooine. Din took a deep breath and squeezed her fingers, focusing on her soft smile. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” 

Din swallowed the thick lump in his throat, his eyes tearing up. The meaning of those words sunk into his soul, lifting it up to the sky with joy at the same time. The Armorer had told him it translated to “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors.” He had never felt more certain of something in his life; he meant every word, and his gut told him that she did too.

His chest also swelled with pride; his perfect princess had spoken the Mando’a vow as if she’d been speaking the language her whole life. And somehow, they’d said it in almost perfect unison. Every time they’d practiced—and even at the rehearsal—the timing had been off. The stars must have aligned so this day would go perfectly for them. 

When they were given the wedding rings to exchange, Din suddenly felt self-conscious about his hands, and he remembered how large of a crowd had gathered in the massive cathedral. Her magical touch made him forget about it all; her gentle fingers and concentrated eyes grounded him as she slipped the black obsidian band on his ring finger. Her voice was solid and proud as she repeated the officiant’s words for the ring exchange. His hands were shaking as he did the same with her thin, modest band and then the diamond ring he'd proposed to her with. Din hoped his voice wasn’t wavering too much as he spoke. He relaxed when he noticed her chest tremble with a suppressed giggle as he made sure the stone sat perfectly on her finger; she’d told him that she thought his perfectionism was endearing a while ago. 

After his last word, he realized the ceremony was over—but there was one last thing to do.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Din’s shaking hands gently lifted her veil and let it fall back behind her tiara, revealing her face and letting the tiara finally sparkle. She was even more beautiful now without the thin material obstructing his view. She was beaming up at him, her eyes sparkling as much as the tiara’s diamonds. Din bent his head forward and gingerly cupped her jaw in his hands as she placed hers on the side of his helmet, meeting his beskar forehead with her smooth one. 

As the crowd cheered and the orchestra began playing a majestic recessional, Din pulled back and turned to face the doors, his princess doing the same. She waved down at her parents, then took her bouquet back from Peli before the fairy quickly took hold of the train and waved her wand to gently lift it mere inches off the ground. Din looked at his wife, offering his open hand; she gently bent her fingers over his, smiling when his fingers curled over hers.

As they made their way down the aisle to jubilant applause, she gave him a quick, smug glance. “I told you it would painless.”

“I think our definitions of pain are very different.”

She rolled her eyes and giggled, and Din clicked his tongue. “Careful, princess, or I’m taking you on a jet pack ride out of here.”

“Thank the Force our carriage is here,” she said as their feet tapped onto the stone steps outside, “because I’d wish you well on that solo flight and meet you in the ballroom for the reception.”

“My wife is so loving,” Din deadpanned.

“And my husband thinks he’s funny,” she retorted with a playful smile. 

Din shook his head and held her hand as she stepped into the open-top carriage, waving to the crowd gathered across from the cathedral. Once they were both seated, Din took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes fell on his visor, cheeks split with joy.

“I love you, mesh’la.”

“I love you too, Din.”

The carriage sped off for the castle, a new life waiting for them.

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[voguesplum]

Schiaparelli - Inferno - spring/summer 2023

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Haute Couture:

Looks 2, 5 & 6

2) ‘House signature fragrance bottle Shocking! shaped corset top in black fluid stretch velvet, enhanced with a keyhole detail on the lapel and lace-up details in the back. The piece is paired with a pleated miniskirt in ecru silk duchess.

Earrings representing a statue face in black lacquered brass.’ Via. Schiaparelli.com

5) ‘Bolero jacket in ecru heavy crepe wool embroidered with tonal silk and mohair pompoms, adorned with black broken glass hand-facetted buttons on the sleeves and keyhole detail on the lapel. It is worn on top of a black compact jersey extreme shaping corset enhanced with an impossible V plunging neckline. High waisted pleated pants with incorporated basque in black wool and silk toile.’ Via. Schiaparelli.com

6) ‘Hand-painted off-white seamless blouse in custom cotton guipure lace with unbuttoned cuff sleeves and exaggerated collar, adorned with keyhole buttons in hammered gilded brass. Long plunging slit draped skirt in black velvet.

Egg-shaped black varnished brass earrings enameled by hand with gold and ivory reflections.’ Via. Schiaparelli.com

[lunss-couture]

Sweetheart Pleated Tulle Princess Bridal Gown with Flower

Cute pleated tulle ball gown spring/fall princess wedding dress. Features strapless sweetheart neckline bodice, basque waist, and ruched puffy skirt adorned with handmade rose flowers.

[gogmstuff]

Lady, three-quarter length, beside a table, wearing a black embroidered gown with a white ruff and a pearl necklace by North Italian school (Christie's - 29Oct18 auction Lot 172). Removed spots & flaws with Photoshop 3059X4074 @150 2.6Mj. The neckline suggests 1600s.

[madebymaryssa]

This vivid pink calf-length dress has turquoise roses embellishing the neckline, hem, cuffs, sleeves, and shoulders. The dress has long sleeves, a square neckline, and a tapered waist with a stomach pocket.

March 2021

[unit3-fmp]

Toile Construction

Here I have started to make my toile out of calico so that I can figure out my pattern pieces and how I would make my final dress.

To start with I traced around the basic dress and sleeve block.

With the dress pattern I readapted the bodice to add style line and create a new neckline as well as the basque hemline.

I then cut the pieces out ready to remove the dart and cut out of calico with a 1cm seam allowance.

Once all the pieces were cut out a sewed the side fronts to the centre fronts and overlocked and pressed I then sewed the side back to the back x2 and overlocked and pressed.

I then sewed the front and back together at the shoulder and side then overlocked and pressed.

Next I moved on to the sleeves. I wasn’t too sure on how to make the sleeves so had to experiment a lot to make it look how I wanted.

Sleeve attempt number 1

For the first attempt I cut out a basic short sleeve ending just above the elbow in which I have kept using through all my sleeves. For the flared bit I cut out a large rectangle in which I could then cut the curve in however it didn’t turn out how I thought as it looked very flat and I wanted it more textured.

Sleeve attempt number 2

For my second attempt my tutor created this fuller version to help me try and figure out how I wanted it look in which turned out a lot better however I wanted the top to attach and create a little ledge,

Sleeve attempt number 3

For my third attempt I used the pattern bellow experimented with a lip at the top and a curved edge . I repeated this 3 times and each time getting slightly smaller to create a tiered effect.

I overlocked around the edge and hemmed it and then gathered around the top.

I pinned it to my manikin to get a feel for how it would look before I sewed it but I’m not to sure if I like how it turned out as it looks a bit heavy. I tried it with the opening facing both ways as initially I wanted the opening to be on the outside however I feel it falls a lot better when the opening is inwards like in the picture on the right.

Sleeve attempt number 4

For this sleeve I experimented with moving the arm whole onto the side which is on the fold so that the fabric falls more dramatically however this time I tried with two layers rather than three. I think this attempt looks a bit lighter and flows better however I’m still not sure and once I’ve gathered and sewn it properly it might turn out better.

(Attempt 4 = sleeve on the left)

(Attempt 3 = sleeve on the right)

Sticking with sleeve attempt number 4 I constructed the whole sleeve however I came to realise the seam at the top just seamed too obvious and made the design look messy, therefore as shown below I decide to cut it to create these rounded edges in which I actually really like the look of and am very happy with how it turned out. So after slightly adapting my patterns I cut out the pieces for my second sleeve. To get the full effect of what it would look like with the appliqué flowers I intend to sew around the top I pinned a fabric flower I had onto the sleeve in which I love the look of and think it really pulls the design together.

Once I was happy with the sleeves I sewed them into the bodice with a 1cm seam allowance and the bodice facing the machine bed.

Next I moved on to drafting the facings for the bodice however when I pinned them into place the front facing was way too small and the seam didn’t line up with the shoulder seams so I’m going to have to re draft that with.

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Moving on to the skirt with the help of my tutor I drafted all the pieces for the back and the tiered front of the skirt leaving only the front two opening pieces to draft. I did this by starting with a basic block skirt pattern and then added 45cm onto the end to make it hit the floor and become full length. Then I added gathers to the top and fullness to the bottom to create this larger exaggerated silhouette of the Georgian Period.

Next I cut all the pieces out in calico ready to sew together.

For the tiers I had to sew the front tier to the two side tiers and repeated this four times for each tier. For the back of the skirt I sewed the back to the side back twice to create each piece and then pinned it all onto my manikin to get an idea of what it would it is looking like so far in which I am very happy with the result as shown below.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 16, 19 avril 1902, Paris. Groupe de toilettes pour dames et jeunes filles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(10) Robe d'intérieur pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen en fantaisie beige. Robe droite à plis repincés; formant dans le bas un volant auquel une broderie ton sur ton sert de tête. Même broderie devant; même broderie dessinant l'empiècement. Décolleté carré sur une guimpe de linon blanc; col brodé. Manche droite, large, ornée de broderie.

(10) House dress for young woman or middle-aged lady in fancy beige. Straight dress with re-pinched pleats; forming a ruffle at the bottom to which tone-on-tone embroidery serves as a head. Same embroidery on the front; same embroidery drawing the yoke. Square neckline on a white lawn wimple; embroidered collar. Straight, wide sleeve, decorated with embroidery.

Matériaux: 7m,50 de lainage.

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(11) Robe de visites pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en voile bleu-pastel. Sur une première jupe à plis fins, tombe une seconde jupe également plissée à repincés. Corsage blouse décolleté entre-deux de guipure descendant pour dissimuler la fermeture. Basque rapportée derrière. Manche large, resserrée au coude, par un bouquet de fronces; ceinture drapée de soie blanche.

(11) Visiting dress for young woman or girl, in pastel blue voile. On top of a first skirt with fine pleats, falls a second skirt also with re-pinched pleats. Blouse bodice with insertion neckline and guipure descending to conceal the closure. Basque attached behind. Wide sleeve, tightened at the elbow, with a bunch of gathers; belt draped in white silk.

Matériaux: 10 mètres de voile bleu; 2 mètres de mousseline de soie; 0m,60 soie blanche.

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(12) Robe élégante pour jeune femme, en bengaline rose bengale. Jupe en forme terminée par cinq volants un peu froncés. Au-dessus des volants, entre-deux de guipure en forme de dents rondes et faisant deux quilles de chaque côté du tablier. Des dépassants de taffetas noir encadrent l'entre-deux. Corsage froncé, voilé d'un grand col de guipure et de deux pattes rappelant la garniture de la jupe. La manche s'écourte sur un bouffant en mousseline de soie blanche.

(12) Elegant dress for young women, in bengal pink bengaline. Shaped skirt finished with five slightly gathered ruffles. Above the ruffles, guipure inlays in the shape of round teeth and making two keels on each side of the apron. Black taffeta overhangs frame the space in between. Gathered bodice, veiled with a large guipure collar and two tabs reminiscent of the skirt's trim. The sleeve is shortened on a white silk chiffon bouffant.

Matériaux: 10 mètres de bengaline; guipure en laize.

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(13) Robe de ville pour jeune femme ou jeune fille. Jupe en lainage vieux rouge quadrillé bordée en forme d'un volant plat en taffetas rouge "légion d'honneur". Corsage-blouse, fermé devant sous une large patte de taffetas. Col en forme en taffetas et petit col rabattu en lainage bordé d'un biais de soie. Manche droite terminée par un biais remontant en taffetas.

(13) City dress for young women or girls. Skirt in old red checkered wool lined in the shape of a flat ruffle in red “legion of honor” taffeta. Blouse-bodice, closed in front under a large taffeta tab. Shaped collar in taffeta and small turn-down collar in wool edged with silk bias. Straight sleeve finished with a rising taffeta bias.

Matériaux: 5 mètres de lainage; 6 mètres de taffetas.

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(14) Robe simple pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en suédoise d'été "son mouillé". Jupe en forme ornée d'un biais en forme piqué et fixé de côté par un bouton fantaisie. Large biais de drap blanc piqué, posé en forme. Corsage croisé, décolleté sur un dessous de drap blanc; guimpe et ceinture en liberty saphir foncé. Manche froncée dans un poignet droit.

(14) Simple dress for young woman or girl, in Swedish summer "wet wool". Shaped skirt decorated with a pique-shaped bias and secured on the side with a fancy button. Large bias of white stitched cloth, laid in shape. Crossed bodice, neckline on a white cloth underside; gimp and belt in dark sapphire liberty. Sleeve gathered in a right cuff.

Matériaux: 5m,50 de lainage; 0m,50 de drap blanc.

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(15) Robe de visites pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en voile fleuri vert-d'eau. Jupe cerclée de biais de soie blanche. Boléro ouvert sur un dessous en mousseline de soie blanche. Hausse-col et col découpé liserés de biais blancs. Manche plissée à l'épaule et froncée dans un poignet droit. Ceinture à pointe en soie blanche.

(15) Visiting dress for young women or girls, in water-green floral voille. Skirt circled with white silk bias. Bolero open on a white silk chiffon underside. Ruffled collar and cut-out collar with white bias edging. Sleeve pleated at the shoulder and gathered at a straight cuff. White silk pointed belt.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile; 3 mètres de taffetas; 0m,60 de mousseline de soie.

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(16) Robe de réception pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen, en crêpe vieux rose. Robe composée de volants froncés bordés de dentelle; le devant est droit; les plis maintenus par une écharpe nouée en satin noir. Décolleté en V sur une guimpe de dentelle. Manche rayée en haut de repincés, froncés au-dessous du coude dans un poignet collant en dentelle à clair.

(16) Reception dress for young or middle-aged ladies, in old pink crepe. Dress composed of gathered ruffles edged with lace; the front is straight; the folds held by a tied black satin scarf. V-neckline on a lace wimple. Striped sleeve at the top, gathered below the elbow in a clear lace fitted cuff.

Matériaux: 12 mètres de crêpe.

[unit3beth]

Designs

In total I have made 20 designs. For each design I would look at my film mood board and choose one or two images to take inspiration from. For example a common aspect of a lot of my designs is the neckline that was used on Fanny’s wedding dress. I tried to make a variety of different designs with some having long skirts some with shorter ones some with jackets and even some with hooded cloaks. On every design I have somehow incorporated at least on of my print ideas this is so my garment will be linked to Cannon Hall as well as my chosen film. Another thing that I focused on when designing was the sewing techniques that I have learnt. I tried to think about how I could use them to elevate my designs to add more interest. I think the one I used most is the 2 way pleats because I think it is a simple was to add texture to the fabric as well as pin tucks and shearing elastic. I really like how all my designs turned out and I think majority of them are pretty accurate to the era as I included fashion trends from around the 1870s such as Pagoda Sleeves and Basques.

[freshbanditdonuttoad]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pink Rose Silk Sheath Sleeveless Lafayette 148 Sensational Silk Midi Sheath NWT.

[lovesmcfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NEW SHORT SLEEVELESS A-LINE STRAPPED TULLE DRESS EMBROIDERED WITH LACE CD 9239.

[boboprincess]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Trina Turk Basque Dress Cover Up asymmetrical NWT.