The Wedding Dress Essay Example

Victoria Pattern, no more, no less.

She picked up Fizz and stroked her absent mindedly for a moment then returned her to her cage, Boz obediently ran down her arm and jumped onto the cage, he then climbed his way back inside. She took the jar of rat food off the shelf and filled their two bowls. Boz quickly took up residence on top of his food guarding it against the usual raid Fizz attempted to make on it, and began to eat a peanut. Fizz grabbed a squashed pea and rushed into her nest to savour it in private.

Izzy hurried into her bathroom and started to run a bath, telling herself for the umpteenth time that she must look into getting a shower installed. Looking at her watch, she gave a cry of relief; she still had an hour and a half before she had to go to the auction. As she got into the steaming hot bath, she chastised herself for letting her best friend, Danni, talk her into going to this stupid auction. Who wanted to look at old stuff anyway? Well, at least she might pick up a few ideas for her new assignment. The assignment!

Her usually favourite teacher, Anne Goldman had given the whole textiles class an especially hard coursework project to do over the Easter holidays: "Find and restore/customize an item of clothing of your choice". Izzy knew that most people in her class would just stick a few badges on a t-shirt, but she wanted to pass textiles, though this wasn't what she liked doing best. Izzy liked starting from scratch, not making up for other peoples fashion mistakes!

However, as she relaxed in the hot bath, she thought more and more about the project and it began to grow on her.

She thought about finding a period item of clothing and making it reflect her own brand of urban chic. Maybe this project wasn't such a bad idea after all. An hour and a bit later, Izzy was dashing out of the door to met Danni at the tube station, for the short ride to the auction house at Camden. "Izzy!! Over here! Quick, we'll miss the train! " Danni yelled in her usual exuberant way. "Hi Danni, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking! " Izzy laughed and ran to catch up with her friend. "Sorry, but I really don't want to miss this auction, it looks dead good.

I've read the catalogue" They barged onto the train panting with all the effort and sank onto the dull orange sponge seats raising two small clouds of dust. In the company of her best friend, Izzy felt relaxed and reasonably calm. Izzy and Danni had been friends since year 7, when they had been put in the same form and soon became inseparable. After sixth form they went to the same university to study art and design. Though they had similar personalities, they couldn't look more different in appearance.

Izzy's long hair looked strikingly red in contrast to Danni's shiny blonde curls and blue eyes. Izzy's eyes were intensely green, and twinkled when she laughed. Her clear skin was the colour of vanilla ice cream and her small rosebud mouth was a delicate shade of pink. Her usual blank expression lit up animatedly when she

smiled and her eyes danced with delight when something triggered her bizarre sense of humour. She was quite small, only 5"4 and had a slim figure, due to her student diet of pot noodles, coffee and alcohol!

Soon, the train reached Camden station and the girls jumped onto the platform and started running towards the auction house, a big old building with stunning gothic architecture. Normally, they would have liked to have looked at such a building, even make some sketches, but they were in such a hurry they didn't even notice it. They dashed into the auction room so fast they didn't notice it had already started, earning themselves some very disapproving looks from the older ladies complete with twin-sets and pearls entrenched at the very front. Catching her breath, Izzy looked at the items for sale.

There was the usual array of old furniture and chipped ornament. Right at the back, draped over a wooden chest was an amazing white lace dress that caught Izzy's eye. When the wooden chest came up, Danni was the first to bid. "It's just what I need for my project on 18th century furniture! " She whispered to Izzy. When the bidding had finished, Danni had got the chest and the girls were contemplating how to transport it back to Danni's flat in Greenwich. They decided to get a taxi to Danni's then the tube back to Izzy's as Danni was having dinner with her that night.

Just as they had hailed a cab, one of the traditional black London types, a man came rushing out of the auction house. "Oi! You two girls, wait!! " he shouted at their

retreating backs. Izzy spun round and looked at the man. "Yes? Is there a problem sir? Only, we were about to go home," she said icily. She looked and saw he was holding the ancient white lace dress in his hands.

"No no! There is no problem, only the dress and chest are a job lot" Danni, who looked quite amazed, turned to Izzy in disbelief What am I supposed to do with that rag? Wear it to the next formal hall, I don't think so! " "We would be glad to take the dress sir, thank you very much" Izzy said with such force she even surprised herself. She hadn't realised how much she had wanted that dress until she had left the building. And with that she took the dress off the man and started to climb into the cab. With a surprised look in her direction, Danni signalled to the man that she thought her friend had lost it the man nodded in agreement and smiled wryly.