The Springtime Bride

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 98, 16 July 1927, Page 17

The Springtime Bride

SPRINGTIME . . . It’d nearly here ... the time of flowers and brides and a world of dazzling, dewy beauty, when the very air is laden with the atmosphere of romance . . . love and life and laughter . . . and a thousand other fragrant things. Softly spring wakes litle tremulous thoughts ... and hints with sweet and delicate prophecy at early summer nights ... of beautiful, warmscented gardens flooded with silver moonlight ... of bewitching flowers whose perfumes lend enchantment to the ever-old yet new story of youth and love and wedding bells. Here’s joy to the springtime bride! As truly and as sweetly as the cadence of any wedding bell does this wish ring in the hearts of those who watch her as she takes her proudly-confldent steps down that magic aisle which seems to breathlessly short and which is yet so long, stretching as it does from a care-free, Joyous girlhood at the one end to a realisation of womanhood at the other. Since time immemorial, spring has been a favourite season for brides, for at this glowing time of the year all forms of nature and fashion too, adapt themselves to make their most charming curtseys to the bride. A spring wedding, exquisite In all its appointments from the symbolic wreath of orange buds around the bride’s hazy veil of tulle, to the tip of the tiniest flower-girl’s posy, is truly Propitious for the new life of the two who are taking their solemn vows. And at early springtime, fashion blends her every effort to enhance the joyous bridal occasions, combining all her dainty talent to produce fairy-like laces and gossamer fabrics that go to the fashioning of costumes that are visions of delight. The springtime bride, in her beautiful gown perhaps all of gleaming white, may be likened to one single, splendid note of reverberating music • - - while her retinue of bridesmaids are the subtle, soft accompaniment to an ever-thrilling melody. Again, she looks like some fair and stately lily, blossoming in a garden of dainty, flower-like attendants, with the costumes of herself and her bevy of ai aidens blending into a perfect ensemble. Each picturesque bride of to-day ®ay be a dream of individual loveliness, for each and every type may choose from out the wealth of beau--1 “ tul gowns inspired by the past or ffom among those that are the newest ot the new, something that is essen-

tially individual and becoming to herself. There is the regal type . . . the stately bride of lissome grace and countenance serene . . . maybe a brunette type of beauty is hers, even unto an Oriental note. She shall choose a mediaeval gown . perhaps of cloth of gold or shimmering silver tissue and her veil shall hark back to Oriental tradition for part of its witching spell. If she includes any really beautiful old lace among her treasures, she may arrange it simply round her head and let it cascade in riotous beauty like a waterfall from a severe chaplet of pearls or orange blossoms. Again, she may contradict the severity of her long, graceful gown, by allowing an exquisitely-broidered veil of tulle to float away like a mist about her. The vivacious little bride ... a winsome creature of more charm than inches, will best express her sunny

temperament in a veil which folds itself into soft, wide p,eats across the back of her head, or that aims cheerfully at a high existence by means of a subtly shaped coronet or orange blossoms and leaves. Her gown may be of many types . . . slim little bodices, and bouffant skirts are essentially hers, as also are all the coquettish little additions such as artlessly wandering" trail of flowers, true lovers’ knots and cobwebby embroidery.