Stars Hollow, CT [afternoon]
"So are you going to blindfold me," Rory asked, as she walked up the porch steps with her mother, "or do I actually get to see my wedding gown before I put it on?"
gilmorerents
"Didn't Anakin tell you?" Lorelai asked, holding the door open, "We're going to blindfold you before you get dressed, then let you walk down the aisle that way. Think of how much fun the facial expressions on your pictures will be!"
auroryborealis
"Will the blindfold at least match the color scheme?" she asked, stepping inside and tilting her head.
gilmorerents
"Nope. Try to think like a rebel here, Rory. Rebels don't match." She was so proud of her daughter it was practically radiating.
auroryborealis
"But," Rory pointed out, "do rebels have to clash, necessarily? Can't they live harmoniously in the same color family, at least?"
gilmorerents
"Have to? No," she admitted, throwing her coat over the back of the living room sofa, "but all the other rebels will point and laugh at the loser rebel who tried to match her clothes to her hair, and she'll get laughed at in the monthly newsletter and not invited to all the cool rebel parties. No one wants that."
auroryborealis
"Mmm, but wouldn't that kind of conformity ruin the rebellion anyway?" Rory speculated, perching on the arm of the couch.
gilmorerents
Lorelai frowned. This was what happened when you gave birth to a genius and then educated her properly. She occasionally almost won arguments.
"Nope, the rebels' union cards are all specific about that. Didn't you get one? I bet that means you didn't get a ticket to the rebel event of the year then," she frowned, then headed towards the back of the house, where Rory's perfect pretty dress waited, covered in plastic and locked up far away from sticky toddler fingers. "You poor kid."
auroryborealis
"I fail at rebel. Or," Rory called, "do I succeed, by rebelling against this alternate social code?"
gilmorerents
"No, this is your rebel moment of glory!" Lorelai yelled back, the dressmaker's dummy making squeaky noises as she wheeled it carefully into the living room. "You should enjoy it and shout about it from the highest pinnacle of the gazebo in town."
Oooh. "Ten bucks if you do it during one of Taylor's speeches, and Luke would probably triple it."
auroryborealis
Rory, knowing her mother well, had already clapped her hands back over her eyes in preparation.
"I might do it if you actually let me look," she told her.
gilmorerents
"No peeking," she ordered, checking just to make sure, then unzipping the dress bag and throwing it to the side, leaving the dress on the mannequin.
Then she took a few minutes to make sure everything was just so. Or as so as she could get it, since she hadn't finished it completely yet. "Okay. Open. Ignore the hem."
auroryborealis
Rory took a long, deep breath, and opened her eyes.
The dress she was faced with was....
It was kind of rare for Rory -- or any Gilmore, for that matter -- to not have words. This was one of those occasions.
"Oh my god, Mom."
gilmorerents
"Okay?" She swiped at one of her eyes. "Not too much? Or too little? If you wanted a mini skirt and go go boots, we could probably change that, but a train would be kind of complicated at this point."
auroryborealis
"It's...beautiful," she breathed, and that word wasn't enough. "Incredible. Wonderful. Perfect."
gilmorerents
Thank god and all the little Ritz crackers. "You're sure? I won't be insulted, I promise. Okay, much. Well, fine, I'll be miserable, but I'll let you do what you want."
Then, realizing this was very babbly, even for her, asked, "Do you want to try it on?"
auroryborealis
"Can I?" Rory reached out to carefully touch the fabric. "I'm kinda scared to touch it, it's so pretty."
gilmorerents
"You have to," she nodded, unpinning the dress from the form, "Otherwise, you're going to have to walk down the aisle half-clothed, and Luke'll die of embarrassment and potential for nudity. And I love Luke and he's your brother's father, so I'd rather not do that."
She arranged the dress in a circle on the floor. "When you're ready, step in, and we'll see how much weight you lost studying for finals."
auroryborealis
Rory slipped her shoes and clothes off quickly, stepping into the dress. "Not that much, I promise. My future husband makes me eat when I study. See? Match made in heaven. Or something."
gilmorerents
"As long as he makes you happy," she said, mouth already full of pins as she pulled the dress up onto Rory's shoulders and started zipping. "Although not letting you starve to death is definitely a plus."
Which reminded her that she needed to have her daily serving of healthy food sometime this week.
auroryborealis
"He makes me deliriously happy," she promised. "Though seriously at the moment I'm not sure whether he wins over this dress."
gilmorerents
"He shouldn't," she answered solemnly. "This is a one of a kind dress, made specially for you. I even thought about adding cake pockets, but pockets in formalwear never works out the way it should."
auroryborealis
"What if I had a cake hat? Like one of those beer hats?" she wondered.
gilmorerents
"Maybe for the reception?
auroryborealis
"That sounds elegant."
gilmorerents
"It'll have a veil and lace," she decided instantly, "and two little cake platforms, trimmed in ribbon. And you'd have to have a fork tied to it as well, so people know that I taught you some manners."
auroryborealis
"I'll have to keep very balanced," Rory said pensively.
gilmorerents
"One bite from a side at a time, and they'd have to be almost the same size," Lorelai was doing the math on this as if it was actually going to happen.
auroryborealis
"Do you think I'd have to share?" she wondered.
gilmorerents
"I think it'll be your wedding day and you don't have to share with anyone you don't want to," she declared, zipping Rory into the dress. "Hmmm."
She stepped back and looked at her daughter with a critical eye.
auroryborealis
"Do I look okay?" she asked self-consciously.
gilmorerents
Lorelai forgot about hems and measurements and sighed as she looked at Rory. Her baby. In a wedding dress.
She sniffled. "You look beautiful. Want to see?"
auroryborealis
She nodded, smiling shyly. "If I'm allowed."
gilmorerents
"Of course you're allowed, silly," Lorelai said, reaching down to pick up the bottom edge of the dress. "The only one who can't see you in it before the ceremony is your soon-to-be husband."
auroryborealis
"Bad luck," she agreed, twisting to look at the dress.
gilmorerents
"Bad luck," she nodded, adding, "There's the mirror in my bedroom if you don't want to end up climbing on a sink. We just have to be slow going up the stairs."
Y'know, in case she'd forgotten.
auroryborealis
"I can do that," Rory said, now fascinated by staring down at her bust. "It's so pretty, Mom."
gilmorerents
"Not nearly pretty enough for the girl in it," she said, wondering what Rory was finding so fascinating.
auroryborealis
It was just the dress itself, omg, not her boobs. They were nothing to write home about. And now she was fascinated by the hem. "Aww, flattery and lies."
gilmorerents
"Don't forget the overwhelming bias in your favor," she said, taking the opportunity to check that armholes were wide enough, but not too long.
auroryborealis
Rory carefully started heading for the stairs. "Only a slight one."
[NFB, NFI, and assorted other acronyms. YAY OOC though!]
gilmorerents
"Didn't Anakin tell you?" Lorelai asked, holding the door open, "We're going to blindfold you before you get dressed, then let you walk down the aisle that way. Think of how much fun the facial expressions on your pictures will be!"
auroryborealis
"Will the blindfold at least match the color scheme?" she asked, stepping inside and tilting her head.
gilmorerents
"Nope. Try to think like a rebel here, Rory. Rebels don't match." She was so proud of her daughter it was practically radiating.
auroryborealis
"But," Rory pointed out, "do rebels have to clash, necessarily? Can't they live harmoniously in the same color family, at least?"
gilmorerents
"Have to? No," she admitted, throwing her coat over the back of the living room sofa, "but all the other rebels will point and laugh at the loser rebel who tried to match her clothes to her hair, and she'll get laughed at in the monthly newsletter and not invited to all the cool rebel parties. No one wants that."
auroryborealis
"Mmm, but wouldn't that kind of conformity ruin the rebellion anyway?" Rory speculated, perching on the arm of the couch.
gilmorerents
Lorelai frowned. This was what happened when you gave birth to a genius and then educated her properly. She occasionally almost won arguments.
"Nope, the rebels' union cards are all specific about that. Didn't you get one? I bet that means you didn't get a ticket to the rebel event of the year then," she frowned, then headed towards the back of the house, where Rory's perfect pretty dress waited, covered in plastic and locked up far away from sticky toddler fingers. "You poor kid."
auroryborealis
"I fail at rebel. Or," Rory called, "do I succeed, by rebelling against this alternate social code?"
gilmorerents
"No, this is your rebel moment of glory!" Lorelai yelled back, the dressmaker's dummy making squeaky noises as she wheeled it carefully into the living room. "You should enjoy it and shout about it from the highest pinnacle of the gazebo in town."
Oooh. "Ten bucks if you do it during one of Taylor's speeches, and Luke would probably triple it."
auroryborealis
Rory, knowing her mother well, had already clapped her hands back over her eyes in preparation.
"I might do it if you actually let me look," she told her.
gilmorerents
"No peeking," she ordered, checking just to make sure, then unzipping the dress bag and throwing it to the side, leaving the dress on the mannequin.
Then she took a few minutes to make sure everything was just so. Or as so as she could get it, since she hadn't finished it completely yet. "Okay. Open. Ignore the hem."
auroryborealis
Rory took a long, deep breath, and opened her eyes.
The dress she was faced with was....
It was kind of rare for Rory -- or any Gilmore, for that matter -- to not have words. This was one of those occasions.
"Oh my god, Mom."
gilmorerents
"Okay?" She swiped at one of her eyes. "Not too much? Or too little? If you wanted a mini skirt and go go boots, we could probably change that, but a train would be kind of complicated at this point."
auroryborealis
"It's...beautiful," she breathed, and that word wasn't enough. "Incredible. Wonderful. Perfect."
gilmorerents
Thank god and all the little Ritz crackers. "You're sure? I won't be insulted, I promise. Okay, much. Well, fine, I'll be miserable, but I'll let you do what you want."
Then, realizing this was very babbly, even for her, asked, "Do you want to try it on?"
auroryborealis
"Can I?" Rory reached out to carefully touch the fabric. "I'm kinda scared to touch it, it's so pretty."
gilmorerents
"You have to," she nodded, unpinning the dress from the form, "Otherwise, you're going to have to walk down the aisle half-clothed, and Luke'll die of embarrassment and potential for nudity. And I love Luke and he's your brother's father, so I'd rather not do that."
She arranged the dress in a circle on the floor. "When you're ready, step in, and we'll see how much weight you lost studying for finals."
auroryborealis
Rory slipped her shoes and clothes off quickly, stepping into the dress. "Not that much, I promise. My future husband makes me eat when I study. See? Match made in heaven. Or something."
gilmorerents
"As long as he makes you happy," she said, mouth already full of pins as she pulled the dress up onto Rory's shoulders and started zipping. "Although not letting you starve to death is definitely a plus."
Which reminded her that she needed to have her daily serving of healthy food sometime this week.
auroryborealis
"He makes me deliriously happy," she promised. "Though seriously at the moment I'm not sure whether he wins over this dress."
gilmorerents
"He shouldn't," she answered solemnly. "This is a one of a kind dress, made specially for you. I even thought about adding cake pockets, but pockets in formalwear never works out the way it should."
auroryborealis
"What if I had a cake hat? Like one of those beer hats?" she wondered.
gilmorerents
"Maybe for the reception?
auroryborealis
"That sounds elegant."
gilmorerents
"It'll have a veil and lace," she decided instantly, "and two little cake platforms, trimmed in ribbon. And you'd have to have a fork tied to it as well, so people know that I taught you some manners."
auroryborealis
"I'll have to keep very balanced," Rory said pensively.
gilmorerents
"One bite from a side at a time, and they'd have to be almost the same size," Lorelai was doing the math on this as if it was actually going to happen.
auroryborealis
"Do you think I'd have to share?" she wondered.
gilmorerents
"I think it'll be your wedding day and you don't have to share with anyone you don't want to," she declared, zipping Rory into the dress. "Hmmm."
She stepped back and looked at her daughter with a critical eye.
auroryborealis
"Do I look okay?" she asked self-consciously.
gilmorerents
Lorelai forgot about hems and measurements and sighed as she looked at Rory. Her baby. In a wedding dress.
She sniffled. "You look beautiful. Want to see?"
auroryborealis
She nodded, smiling shyly. "If I'm allowed."
gilmorerents
"Of course you're allowed, silly," Lorelai said, reaching down to pick up the bottom edge of the dress. "The only one who can't see you in it before the ceremony is your soon-to-be husband."
auroryborealis
"Bad luck," she agreed, twisting to look at the dress.
gilmorerents
"Bad luck," she nodded, adding, "There's the mirror in my bedroom if you don't want to end up climbing on a sink. We just have to be slow going up the stairs."
Y'know, in case she'd forgotten.
auroryborealis
"I can do that," Rory said, now fascinated by staring down at her bust. "It's so pretty, Mom."
gilmorerents
"Not nearly pretty enough for the girl in it," she said, wondering what Rory was finding so fascinating.
auroryborealis
It was just the dress itself, omg, not her boobs. They were nothing to write home about. And now she was fascinated by the hem. "Aww, flattery and lies."
gilmorerents
"Don't forget the overwhelming bias in your favor," she said, taking the opportunity to check that armholes were wide enough, but not too long.
auroryborealis
Rory carefully started heading for the stairs. "Only a slight one."
[NFB, NFI, and assorted other acronyms. YAY OOC though!]