#Designer Blouses For Brides

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We spotted many celebrities donning amplifying fashion with some mundane silhouettes or the go-to backless cuts. In 2024, designer blouses are set to go bolder and better with gilded and bejeweled embellishments.

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Partywear blouse designs:-

Partywear blouse designs are a great way to add a touch of glamour and elegance to your party attire. There are many different styles of partywear blouses to choose from, so you can find one that perfectly suits your personal taste and the occasion. Here are a few of the most popular styles:

Backless blouses are a sexy and sophisticated option for evening wear. They are typically made from sheer or lightweight fabrics, and they often feature intricate beading or embroidery.

Peplum blouses are a fun and flirty option for parties. They have a gathered or flared hem that adds volume to the hips and waist, and they can be made from a variety of fabrics, including silk, satin, and chiffon.

High-neck blouses are a classic and elegant option that can be dressed up or down. They are typically made from silk, satin, or velvet, and they often feature embellishments such as beading, embroidery, or lace.

Off-the-shoulder blouses are a glamorous and sexy option for special occasions. They typically have a sweetheart neckline and a fitted bodice, and they can be made from a variety of fabrics, including silk, satin, and chiffon.

Sheer blouses are a delicate and feminine option that can be layered over a camisole or tank top. They are typically made from sheer fabrics such as chiffon or lace, and they can be plain or embellished with beading, embroidery, or sequins.

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Classic and modern, revel in the best of both worlds with our latest Wedding Haute Couture collection. The House’s artisanal acumen intertwines with rich fabrics and timeless silhouettes to make up modern heirlooms for the new-age bride. he pastel lehengas in Luminance collection play to tradition with their designs, while intricate zardozi embroidery, crystal and Japanese glass bead work add decadence.

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Blackbird, Fly - Three

Cowboy Gaz x mail order bride—only, not his. After exchanging letters for half a year with ranching man Hans König, you finally travel out west to marry him. - You wonder if this is how lambs feel, when shorn for the first time. - content warning for marital rape after the second break. - ao3

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“Come,” says Hans, tugging on your arm, “let’s get you ready for the ceremony.”

Your husband-to-be leads you up the porch steps and into the house, long legs carrying him ahead so fast you must practically jog to keep up with him. You stumble when you enter the house—the interior is fantastically well-appointed, with papered walls and carved wood furniture, framed photos hanging beside paintings, pressed flowers, hunting trophies, rifles and knives and old farm equipment. The floor beneath your feet is polished and smooth, spread over in places with thick, fringed rugs. You don’t see much more of it after your initial impression; Hans pulls you along at a clip.

Even such a brief glimpse, though, proves your long-held assumptions about Hans and his livelihood; his family has done well for itself, over the years. The kitchen, dining room, and sitting room are all separate from each other, and the manor’s first floor alone is larger than the small farmhouse you grew up in. Your family always made an effort to present a comfortable, clean home, but it seems downright drab in memory now in comparison to this.

There’s a bit of a bustle going on as Hans tugs you along—you hear movement in the kitchen, punctuated by the clang of dishes moving to and fro. A rough voice grinds out something short, and a couple of cowboys emerge with covered dishes that they set on the dining table before they return back into the fray. In the sitting room, an older woman with short, sandy brown hair sits at a desk, spectacles perched on the end of her nose. She glances up at you, betrays no interest, and then ignores you.

“You’ll meet everyone at the ceremony,” Hans says. He directs you up the stairs. “Right now you need something nice to wear.”

“O-oh,” you say, lifting the hem of your skirt as you climb the steps. The fabric, purchased at a discount after you’d saved pennies and nickels for months, suddenly feels thin and insubstantial between your fingers.

Hans brings you into the main bedroom, equally well-designed with molded wood paneling and brass lanterns on the walls, where he goes to a chest at the foot of the massive bed four-poster bed. Everything you’ve seen so far in this house is much finer than what even the most well-to-do farmers back home could display; you used to imagine that wealth like this could only be within the reach of select few businessmen on the east coast. You never imagined you’d have the chance to marry into it.

“I think this should suit you,” says Hans, turning to you with a stack of clothing in one hand.

You take it from him when he proffers it—a skirt, blouse, and jacket, you find. The fabric is silky in your hands, glossy and cool to the touch and very fine. You shake out the skirt; yards of bustled fabric tumble open to reveal pleated gathers, elegant bows, and velvet trim. The paired jacket is much the same, with pearl buttons down the front, and the accompanying blouse is a weave of tight, delicate lace.

Your earlier fears are soundly confirmed; you are in no way dressed for a wedding to Hans König. Gaz had only been trying to be kind; being here, now, seeing the kind of splendor Hans lived with every day, no one could make the mistake that you could measure up on your own.

“Thank you, Hans,” you say, face warming with embarrassment.

“Think nothing of it,” says Hans, looking you up and down expectantly. “Go on.”

You blink. “Ex—excuse me?”

Hans raises his brows as if it should be obvious. “Why, let’s see you in it, dear girl.”

You blanch. Surely he isn’t suggesting…“But—well, Hans, we aren’t—we haven’t—”

“My dear, I’ve already promised to marry you. Why would I go to such expense on a wedding merely to fool you into showing me your underthings?”

You drop your gaze to the floor, cheeks burning. “It’s not proper.”

“Bah,” says Hans. He takes the clothes back from you, tosses them onto the bed, and brings his hands to the buttons down your front. “It’s not like I won’t see this again in a few hours.”

You are rooted to the spot. He unbuttons your dress with an alacrity that startles you; in a few short moments, he makes an opening wide enough to slip over your shoulders, and unceremoniously he pushes the collar open and lets the dress drop to the floor.

You blink several times. You wonder if this is how lambs feel, when shorn for the first time; do they feel suddenly like they’ve been skinned? Does the air suddenly feel much closer, more real than it had before? You remember shearing season on a neighbor’s farm, the angular planes of shortened fleece cropped close to twitching flesh. The sheep had looked unfinished after the deed was done—like wooden figurines only partly whittled.

When you look to Hans’ face, you find him gazing at the tight space where your chemise tucks into the line of your corset. Then, as if in a dream, he reaches out with one huge hand and cups the mound of one breast.

The air vacates your lungs. It’s the first time a man has ever touched you this way.

When young ladies of a certain age gather to socialize, matters of discussion inevitably tend toward the prurient. Your peers delighted in sharing the wealth of erotic experience they’d accrued; trysts in larders, late graveyard meetings, dizzying accounts of hands and mouths in places that sent shame pumping hot and curious through your veins. You lived vicariously through their adventures; opportunities for your own, with three older brothers and a protective father, were nonexistent.

The embarrassing fact is that in matters of your marital duties, you received no practical education.

The one time your mother, a modest woman, saw fit to tutor you, she’d taken you out to the small enclosure in which the family goats were kept. The animals were useful for milk and occasionally meat, so there was always a breeding pair at hand. This occasion, they served the additional use of instruction; the male was rutting.

Your mother had made you watch as the billy mounted the nanny, and shoved its little goat prick into her hindquarters. The billy seemed mindless with want, ferocious, gyrating its hips uncomfortably, which the nanny took with what seemed like resigned patience, if it was paying attention at all. Once the billy finished, it dismounted, chewed its cud a little bit, and walked off. The nanny seemed unperturbed, rather detached from the whole thing, and similarly continued with whatever it had been doing before.

“It’s about like that,” said your mother, unable to look you in the eye.

So you have little knowledge of the matter.

And you have no idea what to do now, as your husband-to-be fondles you and stares down at you with what seems like only idle interest. Hans’ thumb brushes over the space where your nipple would be, hot even through layers of cotton and whalebone. The fine hairs on your arms raise, standing straight up.

What are you supposed to do now? Touch him back? Your stomach turns over at the thought. Even if you wanted to, you have no idea how. Hans is touching you so casually, as if you’ve been his wife for years, but you are as poor in wifely instinct as you are in everything else.

“Lovely,” he says, eyes locked on the place where your chest is rapidly rising and falling.

You inhale shakily. This is fine. He wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t—of course it’s all right, you’re to be married within the hour. It’s only your breast, and only his hand, and it’s over your clothes. It’s fine.

“May—” your voice comes out dry. You clear your throat. “May I dress now, Hans?”

He smiles. You note that he has a thin-lipped smile, and his eyes do not crinkle at the corners. “Of course.”

-

When the guests have all arrived, when the world around you is bathed in the orange-gold light of the setting sun, and when the mandolin plays the bridal chorus, you join Hans König under an archway of lupine and Indian paintbrush. Evening gives way to night as the last day of your old life comes to a close, ending as you say the words that until now you’ve only whispered in the night at your bedside.

For better—for worse—as long as you both shall live. Over and over again, until your tongue recognized the shape of them like the Lord’s Prayer. As if practicing them enough would speed the hour to you all the sooner in which their vow became real.

Hans kisses you for the second time, and then together, arm in arm, you turn to face the congregation’s applause.

Stars begin peeking white faces through the dimming sky as the band strikes up a tune, and as the reception commences, you must shake hands with the whole county. The priest John MacTavish insists upon introducing himself first—a younger man, with vivid blue eyes and an unusual haircut, gives his congratulations in a husky Scottish brogue entirely inappropriate for a man of the cloth. He’s followed by the sheriff, Simon Riley, who practically chases him off—another tall man, near to your husband’s height, and twice as broad. Curiously, he wears a bandanna across the lower half of his face. His greeting to you is gruff, short—polite in a way that seems unnatural for him.

Next is a slightly older woman, splendidly dressed in lace-trimmed taffeta. She comes over to kiss your cheeks in the French style. Hans ducks his head as she smiles at you; you can’t help but feel similar trepidation. She is terribly striking, with delicate creases on either side of her mouth and a mysterious twinkle in her eye.

“The hotel in town is my establishment,” she tells you. “The bath house, as well.”

“Oh,” you say, “how lovely.”

Her smile quirks at the corners; she looks at Hans, then back to you, and softly chucks your chin. “You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you, darling?”

“Yes, Madame, thank you,” your husband says quickly as your face sets to blazing. “I believe others would like to speak to us, as well, if you don’t mind.”

She gives you another enigmatic smile, tightens the light chiffon wrap around her shoulders, and leaves you to the banker and his wife, who both eagerly step up to talk your ear off.

Farmers, other ranchers, ramblers and gamblers and trappers; it seems everyone in the state has come to pay you their respects, and they all want to meet you at the exact same time. The rough voice you heard in the kitchen manifests itself in the form of a burly man with mutton chops, who introduces himself as John Price the saloon owner. A young woman with an unsmiling face named Ms. Boucher tells you your first purchase at her dry goods store will be discounted by five percent, as a welcome gift from her to you. She punctuates the statement with a narrow-eyed look at your husband, but you have no time to wonder at it before the next guests capture your attention.

A whole line of Hans’ cowboys, headed by the woman you saw working at the writing desk when you arrived, form up to tell you their names and pledge you their loyalty, still dressed in their wrangling leathers but bathed and combed and polished for the occasion nonetheless. The woman introduces herself as Kate Laswell, the foreman.

“I took care of the accounting after Anna passed,” Laswell says to you. “Tomorrow I’ll go through the books with you. It’ll be your job from now on.”

“Now, Kate, you shouldn’t discuss business at my wedding,” says Hans, politely, but somewhat terse. “And besides, that would be far too much for my new bride.”

“Hans, I told you,” you say earnestly, referencing a summer letter, “I want to be a part of things.”

He smiles genially at you—but the expression seems tight. “Of course, dear.”

“Tomorrow,” Kate says to you. Curiously, she looks you up and down. Then, “You’ll need to see the tailor, as well, I think.”

Her words are not said unkindly, but they shame you anyway, reminding you just how poorly matched as yet you are to this life. When you’d put the dress on earlier, it had been immediately clear to you that it was not made to your measurements, but you hadn’t thought it would be so obvious to anyone else. Only Hans’ cowboys proceeding to introduce themselves saves you from having to respond.

One is conspicuously absent.

Unexpectedly, it hurts. Even though it shouldn’t. Gaz had only driven you here, after all. You’ve known him less than a day. It shouldn’t disappoint you, as you keep your eyes on the moving line, that he does not come forward, but it does.

In between meeting the county folk, you manage to get a few bites of the wedding feast—prime rib, lamb chowder, baked fish, seasoned potatoes, collard greens, fried tomatoes, sourdough biscuits, and three different fruit cobblers still somehow steaming from the oven. You and Hans cut the bride’s cake, an impressive sheet of angel food and ivory buttercream that he must have procured at outrageous cost; you are not embarrassed to wolf it down in front of Hans’ guests. It’s the sweetest, softest thing you’ve ever eaten, more delicate than you ever could have imagined any food could be.

As the sky darkens overhead, the faint cloud of the milky way coalesces in the light of the waxing moon, and the band takes up a lively jig as the wedding party sallies forth to the clearing to dance arm in arm. Your husband whirls you along with them, arm around your waist, and then you’re dancing, too, and the familiar two-step lifts your flagging spirits as the cool night air runs quick, soft fingers across your burning cheeks.

So what if some cowboy hadn’t made it to your wedding? You’re dancing with your husband, after months of longing for him; everything and everyone else is inconsequential laid up against this triumph.

Faces blur in the lamplight the night falls indigo around you, and as the music changes Hans twirls you into a new set of arms in a jaunt that has everyone exchanging partners. They hold you only briefly before the music changes again, and off you bounce to another, the world spinning around you faster and faster, jubilant and surreal, and then another—

Suddenly you are in Kyle Garrick’s arms.

He catches you like lassoing a runaway horse, taking your momentum into the pillar of his body as he winds you in close. One of his hands spreads warm across your back, fingers spanning what feels like the entire breadth of your waist. His other cradles your own in his palm, long fingers folded around it like an envelope. You fit against him easily, perfectly, like a couple illustrated in a storybook.

“Mr. Garrick,” you gasp.

“Mrs. König,” he says.

Suddenly you realize you’re out of breath. You take deep gulps of air, and Gaz’s scent permeates your lungs. Lavender soap and bay rum, polished leather, sweet hay. The soft, dense curls of his hair are combed and parted a little, and the short stubble he’d greeted you with on the train platform is tonsured down flush to his jaw.

He leans in closer to you, hovers his lips near to one ear. “You changed your dress.”

He doesn’t keep pace with the other dancers, or swing you around in time with the music; he lets the world slow around you both, the music falling away as he brings the pace of your heart down with soft line of his mouth and the steady, still look in his dark eyes. His hand on your back radiates so much warmth that it cuts through the evening chill just beginning to set in, as if his palm is directly against your naked skin.

You smile meekly. “It wasn’t appropriate for a wedding.”

His dark brows pull together; his hands tighten their purchase on you. You watch him avert his eyes from you, take a great breath in through flared nostrils.

“Mr. Garrick,” you say, feeling too honest, “do you disapprove of me?”

He snaps his gaze back to you. “Why would you think that?”

You swallow. “You don’t seem very pleased, whenever we talk, is all.”

Suddenly Gaz smiles—lets out a short, sharp laugh that bares his even teeth, shows the points of his canines. “That’s not your fault. I promise you.”

“Then what is it?”

He gazes at you. Lamplight casts the angles of his face in shadow, deepens the darkness of his eyes. His shoulder is solid beneath where your hand rests, shaped hard by a life on the range; you could lay the entirety of your weight against him, you think, and he wouldn’t even sway with holding you up. There’s something very present about Kyle Garrick. Something real. It draws you in like the earth draws the moon into its orbit.

“Do you really want this?” he asks you.

You blink. “Of course I do.”

“You hardly know him.”

“I’ve known him for half a year, Mr. Garrick,” you say, somewhat unsure how much explanation you owe this cowboy. After all, you’d vowed to earn his trust, as his employer’s new wife. “I know you might have some reservations about me. I understand, really.”

“No,” says Gaz immediately, dark brows low and serious over his eyes. “Not about you.”

“Mrs. König!” an accented voice calls.

Immediately the world speeds up around you again, music crashing back into your ears, wedding guests spinning and leaping around you, and you turn to see your husband standing at the edge of the clearing.

The dancing comes to a halt at the sound of his voice; Hans outstretches one hand toward you.

“I believe it is time for us to retire,” he says.

Gaz’s hands tighten on you again. You feel the eyes of the other dancers on the two of you, tight lines of attention between you and them.

You have felt it all evening, really—the undercurrent lining every conversation, the askance looks tossed at you and your husband when no one thought you’d notice. The pervading sense of some drama playing out just outside of your comprehension.

You turn to look back at Gaz. His mouth is pressed into a hard line. The wells of his eyes are ink-dark, opaque, eclipsed by something of a shape beyond your knowing. He says nothing as he holds your gaze, only watches you with an expectation so stoic, so resigned, that you feel almost guilty for releasing him.

He lets you go as if his grasp wasn’t even tight in the first place. You turn away from him, from the stone-hard expression on his face, and go to slide your fingers into your husband’s waiting hand.

Wolf-whistles populate the night air as he smiles approvingly, nods, and leads you away. Short bursts of knowing applause behind you draw your shoulders tight together.

“Ignore them,” says Hans, tucking your hand into the crook of his arm. “They’re just fools.”

You look back over your shoulder. Gaz still stands amid the dancers, a wide berth around him. His eyes have not left you; they pierce you in the night, sharp even as the distance between you grows.

You have only one other point of reference, aside from your mother’s tutelage, for how the end of this evening might go. A topaz glimmering in the folds of your memory.

Years ago, before the shine had worn off as it usually does with older siblings, you’d worshiped your oldest brother like he was Jesus Christ returned. You’d trailed after him like a newborn pup, dogging his every step, hoping your devotion would earn you even the smallest scraps of his affection. You’d watched his comings and goings like you could divine the mysteries of God from the merest angle of his movements.

One night, far past the time when everyone should be asleep, he’d slipped out of the small three-room house your family shared. You knew, because you slept closest to the door, and by then could recognize him by the rhythm of his footsteps. Like any nosy little sibling, you’d followed him out once you were sure he couldn’t hear you behind him.

He’d made his creeping way toward the barn, his path and yours lit only by a waxing moon. You remember, sneaking along after him, noticing a dim glow emanating from the cracks in the hayloft door, and guessed that your brother had realized he’d forgotten to snuff a lantern before going to bed—and now he was going to put it out, rather than leave a hay fire to chance.

He went inside. You were about to follow (no sibling, however divine, was exempt from a good ribbing, and nearly burning down the barn was excellent blackmail fodder)—when you heard another voice.

A female voice. Soft, and sweet, and welcoming.

Very little preamble separated that revelation from the next, and what you heard in the following moments rooted you there in place; movement. Rustling. For the span of a few heartbeats, nothing except for the crickets in the fields—and then, like the moon rising on a cloudless night—a growing chorus, voices high and low, moaning together in staccato.

You’d stood there, frozen absolutely solid, as it went on. The high voice lifted higher, and higher, carried on frantic, rapid breaths, until it cut off with a shriek that muffled so fast you knew your brother had covered the girl’s mouth.

Then—quiet, shared laughter.

So you know a little more than what the goats taught you.

Hans leads you back inside the house, where the lanterns have been turned to low, orange specks of light. You fix your eyes on the nape of his neck ahead of you as the two of you climb the stairs, making your way back to the master bedroom. The cacophony of the wedding celebration is far away; he opens the door, draws you inside, and shuts it behind him.

You stand in the middle of the room, looking at him. This whole evening has felt like a dream, but as you gaze at your husband, you suddenly feel like you’re waking up. You have not been alone with Hans since you met him, not really, and you realize he hasn’t felt quite real to you because of it. You almost feel as if you can see him, for the first time, see the words that have made him up in your memory coalesce into the flesh-and-blood man standing before you.

This is him. This is Hans. This is the man you love.

Softly, you approach him. Reach up with two hands to take his face in them; press your lips, shyly, unpracticed, to his.

“Hans,” you say, more softly than you have ever said anyone’s name in your life, looking into the pale blue of his eyes.

He gazes down at you. “Let’s get undressed,” he says.

It’s the moment you expected, but it daunts you nonetheless. You nod, step away from your husband, and he sets to the task—he shucks his coat, dropping it on the floor, and unhooks his suspenders. Swiftly you turn away from him when he begins unbuttoning his shirt, face blazing—of course, you’ve seen men undress before, you have three brothers, but this—this—

The reality of what you are about to do douses you all at once, soaking you to the bone. When you bring your hands up to the buttons of your bodice, they are trembling; you can barely get the tiny pearls between your fingers to undo them. You hear more clothes land on the floor behind you as you struggle, and then nothing. Stillness.

His eyes are heavy on your back. He is silent as you finally get the jacket off, and the blouse along with it; he is silent as you push the skirt down over your hips, the garment piling on the floor.

Your whole body is shaking by the time you’re down only to your chemise, shivering like a foal on new legs as you bare your shoulders. You close your eyes. There’s no need to be afraid as you shuffle the garment down your back. It’s only your husband behind you, looking at you as you bare your buttocks, as you step out of the split shorts, as the cool night air caresses your naked belly.

“That’s enough,” Hans says behind you when your hands go to the ties on your stockings.

You go still.

“Get on the bed, now.”

-

You focus on your breathing. Long breaths, in and out, as you crawl belly-first onto the mattress, which sinks luxuriously under your weight, softer than any bed you’ve lain on in your life. Suddenly, before you have time to adjust, the mattress sinks even more under you, and an envelope of heat and weight looms over you, pressing hard onto you, bare skin and the smell of sweat and the sound of another person’s breathing over you invading your senses.

Then there’s something blunt nudging at the entrance of your sex. A hand on your hip, gripping tight. The blunt thing circles briefly, parting your folds, and then is pressing into you. Pressing in somewhere tight, somewhere that doesn’t want to open to let it in. You hold your breath. It presses harder, fighting the resistance, and then finally gets past it, just a half inch or so—and suddenly it hurts.

“Hans,” you whisper.

He hasn’t seem to have heard you. He pushes harder, just a bit further. There’s another wall of resistance, this one needling and far more solid. You gasp sharply at the dryness of it, the way his member seems to want to push your own folds up into you as it tries to get in, shoving, bludgeoning, and then, mercifully, Hans pulls away.

It’s on the tip of your tongue to suggest that maybe the two of you try this later. Clearly there is something about you that’s not ready for it—but then his hand is between your legs, smearing something slippery around, and just briefly he touches something that pulses with interest. You jolt as little sparks of pleasure dance through you but quickly burn out, and then, the blunt head of his cock is back, pushing in, much faster, much smoother, huge and hard—

Suddenly it is sharp inside you, razor sharp, paralyzing. You shriek in pain, tears welling acidic in your eyes, shocked, betrayed, and he keeps coming, an endless length of him forcing inside, making room where there is none, going somewhere it clearly must not belong—and then he groans, loud and guttural, and begins to pull out.

You don’t have enough time to mistake this for the end of it. He pulls out halfway and then rams back in, slamming against your body, punching what must be the very limit of the space he can make for himself in your body. Pain roars to life around his cock, radiating outward, a ripping and shredding that grows as he forces himself into you again, and then again, and then it’s happening for real, he’s begins thrusting so fast it knocks the breath from your lungs, slapping his hips against your backside as he grunts and groans behind you like a dumb animal. He batters some nexus of agony that sends you screaming, shrieking with every jerk of his hips, tears streaming down your face as you grip the blanket in clawed fingers.

“Please, Hans, stop, please!”you wail. “Stop, stop, stop—”

His hand grips back of your head, turning your face downward—pressing it against the bed, muffling your mouth and nose and eyes into the blanket—

He jerks against you as agony writes itself into your bone marrow. Your hands circle in on themselves so tightly you feel your fingernails bite into your palms. Any memory of laughter you ever had abandons you.

Then, suddenly, mercifully, he’s forcing himself into you as deeply as he can, groaning loud, and something warm blooms in you, squelches out warm and sticky as he pulls in and out a few more times. He stills then from his furious rutting, hanging over you, panting.

Then he pulls out. Your husband lets you go and rolls over, breathing hard on the bed. You lay absolutely dead still, shaking violently, every muscle in your body tensed up painfully tight.

“Hans,” you whimper, “Hans.”

“Mm-hm,” he hums.

“Hans.” Every nerve is vibrating with pain. “Hans, that hurt.”

There is a long silence after. So long, you start to believe that he won’t say anything; that perhaps, even, he’s fallen asleep, and your words have dropped like flies from the air between you before they reached him.

But he hasn’t fallen asleep. Your husband shuffles off the bed, lifts the linen, and shuffles back into it. The lantern light is dim in the bedroom, but light enough that you can see the nonplussed expression on his face.

“Anna got used to it,” he says finally, eyes closing. “You will too.”

And he turns on his side and says no more to you.

You lay there aching. When you drag your fingers through the slick mess between your thighs, streaks of red intermingle with the clear and the white.

Suddenly you want this day to be over. You want to close your eyes and dream that it never happened—or maybe, if you go to sleep, you’ll awaken to find that it was all a dream after all, and you’re still home, your mother cooking just outside the bedroom door. Slowly, you inch off the bed, finding the floor with your stockinged feet, and go to douse the lanterns.

The room is cold and silvery without their light. Darkness gathers in the corners, around the weak glow of moonlight failing to fully penetrate the curtains over the window. You gingerly swipe the cloth from a nearby washbasin between your legs, cleaning up the remnants of your husband’s pleasure, and then, with nowhere else to go, you return to the empty side of the bed and crawl stiffly under the covers.

He does not stir as you settle in beside him. You lay your head on the pillow next to his and fold your hands over your stomach.

Outside and far away, you think you can hear the band still merrily playing. The darkness deepens, and deepens, until you can’t tell where it ends and you begin.

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Part 1 of my Pahkitew Island Art Style and Character Design analysis!

I have SO MUCH to talk about regarding Pahkitew’s art direction that I could not possibly fit it all in one singular post , so I’m turning it into a series! The first thing I’m going to talk about is the reuse of assets in the designs of the cast for Pahkitew Island and how they where changed. So, going of alphabetically:

Dave

Dave’s pants and shoes are glaringly similar to Harold’s, it was a detail that annoyed me because I felt it lazy to just reuse the asset of not just any character, but a reoccurring past contestant (though trust me, it’s absolutely not the worst that it gets)

But upon closer inspection you can see a number of changes made to the asset to adapt it to the new character, the one that caught my attention first was how the triangular shape of the heel counter was rounded in one side on Dave’s. This use of rounding out lines will be repeated as we look further.

Other notable changes are how the tongues of the shoes stick out more in Dave’s and the lines of the sole are thinner.

Ella

Ella’s skirt and blouse appears to be inspired by Courtney’s dress in The Princes Bride, which I also love! Of course the fairytale and princess lover would have her fit inspired by a princess dress from the fairytale episode!

The outfits aren’t a clear copies of each other’s but the way their shapes are divided are where the inspiration becomes clearer. The choker, the sleeves, the gloves, the v-neck, the two stripes at the bottom, the poofy parts? (I am not a dress nor skirt expert as you can clearly tell).

I now HC that Ella didn’t just watch WT but also Action and The Princes Bride was her fave episode :)

Jasmine

Jasmines hat is taken from Team Amazon’s hat from when they sing Sheering Sheep in Australia, pretty fitting.

The differences here are easy enough to see, the brim of the hat on Jasmine is less angular and doesn’t fold, the band doesn’t have that braided pattern, the circles are lower, and he hat in general is wider.

Scarlett

Don’t even know if to include this one because, from a distance I could’ve sworn Scarlett’s shoes were the same as Izzy’s, but again, with further inspection you can tell some obvious differences.

Scarlett’s shoes are taller than Izzy’s and there the rare occasion here where the Pahkitew design is more angular than the original.

Shawn

Shawn’s fit is straight up taken from a hobo, the most fitting asset reuse of all time lmao

Their vests are nearly identical with just minor differences in the placement of lines and Shawn's being less angular, the folds in their sweaters are different (and I kinda prefer the Hobo's in this one) and their turtleneck is the most obvious difference.

Sky

Sky’s top and necklaces taken from Cameron’s mother, which, I do not get why. It feels so random.

Anyways as for changes, Sky's body type is different from Cameron's mom so the shirt is adjusted to fit that, and the pearl shaped necklace has some differences, it properly wraps around more in Sky's design and it actually looks like a necklace separate from the shirt, where instead they look attached in Cam's mom design.

Sugar

Now HERE’S the one that pisses me off, nearly Sugar’s EVERYTHING was taken from Sadie, her body type, her fit, her arm I literally just Sadie’s arm, they didn’t even change anything there.

It feels so lazy, so disrespectful to both characters, Sugar made it to the final three but they couldn't bother to give her s unique base?

Their tops are nearly identical with minor details changed, they basically just turned Sadie's shorts into pants for Sugar, their shoes are practically identical I kid you not.

Justice for Sugar she deserved so much more.

Topher

And finally the most obvious one.

Topher is obviously inspired from Chris, the most obvious sign is with his color palette, with his clothes being almost identical in color to Chris.

But second of all is his shoes which are almost identical to Chris's if it weren't for the fact Topher's shoes are wider but less tall than Chris.

Well that's all for part 1, let me know if I missed anything! I think part 2 will center around the backgrounds (my fave part of PI's art style!)

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Downton Abbey Fashion 29 - festive occasions in the 1920s

There are times when the Crawleys wear a sort of outfit that I tentatively want to call “semi-formal”? They leave the house in these, so it’s not exactly an indoor look, and it’s day wear, not evening, but it’s often more lightweight than a coat or walking suit, and the optics go more in the direction of their garden fashions – light, mostly pastel colors, flowered hats, loosely falling robes… The occasions in question are 1st, Mary’s wedding, 2nd, a family picnic at Eryholme which at that time might become their new home, 3rd, Edith’s little disaster of a wedding, and finally, the baptism of Sybil junior.

The only occasion for which Violet bothers to get a new outfit is Mary’s wedding; for the others, she repeats a few of her already-established coats. This is stylistically familiar though, and in fact she combines it with a tulle-wrapped hat she’s worn before. I do love the cream coat; can’t quite tell the material, but it’s something softly shiny. And then she goes all extra on the cuffs and hem – this trim is easily five or six inches of piping flowers and ferns.

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Remember when I said that Martha doesn’t really cross the line into tasteless? Well. I’ll admit it: This one is kind of tacky. Lady, tone down the fur and velvet; this is not a winter wedding. Admittedly, the turban-like head wrap is something I would have enjoyed a great deal more in an evening setting. Martha loves her some quirky 1920s headdresses. But for the day, the plumage seem a little much.

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For her son’s wedding to Mary, Isobel got a lovely light blue walking coat that she repeats later for the Eryholme picnic, if with a less frothy hat. What I find funny during the wedding is that the cream collar with the darling birds-and-flowers embroidery makes Isobel look like she coordinated with the random extra next to her, a nameless lady in cream with a similar embroidery motif on the lapels.

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Cora wears this long lavender coat for Mary’s wedding and for Sybbie’s baptism, a pretty rose-patterned damask with a long plain collar. I think this is supposed to be a matching set with the dress she wears under it, a lilac number with a velvet sash. The main variation between the wedding and the baptism is that for the former, she wears a ton of white fabric flowers on her hat and another huge one pinned to her lapel, whereas for the baptism she’s way more toned down, nothing on her lapel and the flowers on her hat much smaller and darker. Granted, that baptism has an overlap with mourning time.

Despite financial hardships, Cora can afford new hats all the time. What do you know. I kind of like the pleated design of the crown here, but not the overall shape if that makes sense. The sandy walking suit with the giant folded lapels will transition into her everyday wardrobe in season 4, although by then she picks a rather less flattering hat to go with it. I don’t know what these buttons are doing down there; they sure aren’t shutting the coat in any meaningful way. They just look nice, I guess.

This is Cora’s get-up for Edith’s wedding, and it has to be the first time I am aware of that the hatband was actually made to fit the cardigan. See? That’s the exact same flower embroidery. And back with a ton of white flowers on her hat. I like the jacket, but the outfit overall is a bit unspectacular, as is to be expected from a wedding guest who’s not to outshine the bride. Would probably pop more if she wore that over a red blouse.

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We’ll get to what Mary wears to her wedding in a separate post, but for Edith’s wedding, she shows up in light blue chiffon and what I think is a layer of white lace. The drop waist sash, the sleeves and the hatband are all the same material, all pastel on pastel plus pearls; it’s all very rich boring white people. But at least it’s flattering. Edith gets fucked over by her outfits for these occasions.

Granted, Mary’s baptism look is really dowdy. Why is she dressed like her mother-in-law? This dress tries to do something with lavender and purple piping, but the placement of it doesn’t do much to enhance the outfit. I think she stole her mother’s jewelry again though; this is the exact necklace Cora was wearing with her beige picnic coat above.

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Why. Why did they put Edith in this for Mary’s wedding? At this point, her sense of fashion has developed so much that this stupid, unflattering granny dress looks dissonant. She’s wearing a sack with a big flower on it. And what’s with the plump pin tucks in the skirt? They throw this so off balance. Ugh, anyway. The hat is quite lovely.

I found the last dress so ugly that this one, which she wears for the baptism, is already an upgrade. The color is not for Edith imo, but the drop waist has a patterned sash that is kind of nice, and while the sleeves look baggy, it at least has a pretty neckline.

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Sybil got a rather nice look for Mary’s wedding. Why couldn’t Edith wear something like this? The color and weight is similar, blue chiffon, but the scarf matching the dress looks way more elegant than that strange embroidery. Any additional color is banned to the hat embroidery, which looks cute but less grand than those of her relatives because Sybil isn’t about that life anymore.

Her hat for Edith’s wedding has pretty much the same shape, the brim widening to the front and curving a bit up to form something akin to a bonnet, but it’s white with a lilac ribbon to match her dress. This dress is quite similar to Mary’s for the same event, chiffon with floral white lace, but it has some additional trim with an under layer in a darker purple, and the skirt has a little gathering on the side.

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1920 Embroidery Designs

    These are all advertisements for and previews of transfer patterns, which can be enlarged and copied for normal use.  Designs from after 1920 can be found on my blog.

Ashley, Marie. "Appliqué Work Appears Among the New Embroideries." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 108.     Ashley, Marie. "Beading with Embroidery and Various Stitches Are Combined." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 109.     Ashley, Marie. "Combined Stitches for Blouse and Cut-Work for Linen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 149.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroideries for New Frock and Blouse." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 87.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Captures the Costume in a Bold, Effective Manner." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 5 (May 1920), pp. 164–165.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery for the Bride and Her Kinswomen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 6 (Jun. 1920), p. 127.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Touches on a Variety of Subjects." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 4 (Apr. 1920), p. 165.     Ashley, Marie. "New Embroideries for the Costume, Lingerie and Household Linens." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), pp. 110–111.     Ashley, Marie. "Roman and Italian Cut-Work." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 86.     Ashley, Marie. "Simple Embroideries Gain More Ground on the New Costume and Cover It Effectively." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 4 (Nov. 1920), pp. 132–133.     Ashley, Marie. "Stitches that Pick up One's Leisure Summer Hours." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), p. 109.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Gay Needlework for the Bungalow." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 9 (Jun. 1920), p. 65.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects in Summer Embroideries." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 8 (May 1920), p. 71.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects with Old Stitches." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 10 (Jul. 1920), p. 52.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Embroideries for Fall Garments." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 12 (Sept. 1920), p. 60.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Quaint Motifs and Correct Initials." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 11 (Aug. 1920), p. 54.     Thomas, Helen. "Old Stitches Employed in New Ways." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 6 (Mar. 1920), p. 77.     Wheeler, Harriet C. "Embroideries for the Little Folks." The American Woman, vol. 29, no. 8 (Jan. 1920), p. 6.     —. "Embroideries That Meet the Christmas Gift Order of the Women and Children First." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 5 (Dec. 1920), pp. 104–105.     —. "Hand Trimming a Necessity for the Parisienne's New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 146.     —. "The Embroidery Needle Makes Short and Effective Work of Trimming the New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 3 (Oct. 1920), p. 144.     —. "The New Season's Smartest Trimmings." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 2 (Feb. 1920), p. 134.

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Julian in Hebitian clothes! World building ramble under the cut

These are Qåmtsu specifically, and the fancier type you might see at celebrations... such as weddings.

While it might look like Julian is wearing a blouse and a kilt here, he's actually wearing a garment that resembles a long Qåmtsu blouse. Catching it up high on the chest with a pin is the masculine way of wearing it: much lower or not pinned at all would be feminine. The wide shawl here marks the garment as expensive and not for everyday occasions. This could be worn with a kilt under it, or, as he's done here, with a wrap over the waist and hips, to keep from flashing others. This is necessary as Hebitian underwear is often just a pair of sprang leg warmers covering the femoral glands. Another version of this garment combines with the Cardassian boned undergarments, and has long tabs. This one is just a trapezoid piece of fabric overlapped and pinned in the back.

Cardassians tend to protect their hair with waxes and oils; while Hebitians historically did this as well, especially the Qåmtsu, it was far more common for them to wear hats, wraps, turbans, etc to protect the hair.

The beads here would commonly either be all pearl, or a combination of pearls, amber, and jevonite (the major three gems used by Hebitians). This is true for the rest of the outfit as well, amber and pearl being precious because they're the two gemstones whose creation is dependent on organic life. Green amber is common on Cardassia in the region Hebitians lived pre-Union due to its formation in swamps, as is regular amber. Hebitians and Cardassians both associate metal with women, so men's jewelry and accessories tend to be made of other material. The ear pendants (Cardassians-as-a-species aren't good for piercing their earlobes, it's painful and messy, so these are on a chain) are made of wood or shell in Julian's case, and have ribbons streaming down. Someone more fem would have these made of metal with straps of metal, similar to the type used in tulle bi telli embroidery, instead. These particular ear pendants are still used in some service class weddings, and the metal strips have become popular for Cardassian brides overall.

Julian's belt here would similarly, be made of wood or shell plaques, or even stone. It has strings of pearls and ribbons hanging down from it, and the ribbons have 3 feathers attached to their ends. Additionally it has a center pennant, depicting a dzyrei tree and two birds- the Dryzei is important to Hebitian culture, and considered sacred, and the two birds would be a prosperous symbol for a good relationship (as well as a common motif overall). Birds and other flying creatures are considered sacred messengers of Oralius.

Julian's shoes are simple slippers with some diamond cutwork and painted plastic detail.

The design on Julian's arm is also something found in some Hebitian weddings, but would normally be a tattoo or more commonly, an ink rubbing scar. Makeup is gender neutral for Hebitians, though certain colors are considered masculine and feminine, it's not uncommon to see someone wearing both.

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Henna Glam: The Hottest Mehendi Lehengas for Contemporary Brides

The mehendi ceremony is one of the most joyous and vibrant pre-wedding events, filled with fun, laughter, and intricate henna designs. For brides, selecting the perfect Mehendi Lehenga is crucial as it sets the tone for this lively celebration.

Whether you’re searching for a Lehenga Online or planning a trip for Lehenga Shopping, there are countless Lehenga Designs to consider. In this article, we’ll explore the latest trends in Mehendi Lehengas, focusing on colors, styles, and where to find the best collections.

Styles and Designs

Lehenga Choli: Timeless and grand.

The classic Lehenga Choli remains a favorite for mehendi ceremonies. This style features a flowing skirt paired with a fitted blouse, offering a blend of tradition and contemporary fashion. Lehenga for Women in this style can be found in a variety of fabrics and embellishments.

Heavy Mehendi Lehenga: “Rich and elaborate.

For brides who love grandeur, a Heavy Mehendi Lehenga is the perfect choice. These lehengas are richly adorned with intricate embroidery, beads, and sequins, ensuring that the bride looks nothing short of spectacular.

Mehendi Lehenga with Dupatta Styles: Stylish and versatile.

The dupatta is an essential part of the Mehendi Lehenga ensemble. From single to double dupattas, there are numerous ways to drape this piece. A beautifully styled dupatta can enhance the overall look of the lehenga.

Mehendi Lehenga Blouse Designs: Modern and chic.

The blouse is a significant element of the Lehenga Choli. Modern brides are experimenting with various blouse designs, from off-shoulder to backless styles. A well-designed blouse can add a contemporary touch to the traditional lehenga.

Some of the Traditional Mehendi Lehenga Colors and its Significance:

Ivory Mehendi Lehenga: Pure and elegant.

An Ivory Mehendi Lehenga paired with delicate gold or pastel embroidery can create a timeless look that exudes grace and charm.

Gold Mehendi Lehenga: Opulent and festive.

A Gold Mehendi Lehenga is ideal for brides who want to make a statement. The shimmering fabric, adorned with sequins and intricate zari work, can make any bride feel like royalty.

Pastel Mehendi Lehenga: Fresh and modern.

A Pastel Mehendi Lehenga in shades of mint, lavender, or blush can bring a fresh and modern twist to traditional bridal wear. These soft hues are perfect for a daytime mehendi ceremony and look stunning in natural light.

Pink Mehendi Lehenga: Classic and versatile.

A Pink Mehendi Lehenga can range from soft baby pinks to vibrant fuchsias, offering something for every bride. This versatile color complements the festive mood of the mehendi ceremony beautifully.

Yellow Mehendi Lehenga: Joyful and bright.

A Yellow Mehendi Lehenga can be paired with contrasting colors like pink or green for a vibrant look. This sunny shade is sure to make the bride stand out.

Blue Mehendi Lehenga: Regal and unique.

Blue is an unconventional yet striking choice for a Mehendi Lehenga. From royal blue to aqua, this color can be as bold or as subtle as you like. A Blue Mehendi Lehenga can add a touch of regal elegance to the celebration.

Multicolor Mehendi Lehenga: Festive and lively.

For brides who can’t settle on just one color, a Multicolor Mehendi Lehenga is the way to go. This style incorporates a rainbow of hues, creating a festive and lively ensemble that’s perfect for the mehendi ceremony.

Green Mehendi Lehenga: Traditional and auspicious.

Green is another popular choice for mehendi ceremonies due to its traditional and auspicious connotations. A Green Mehendi Lehenga can range from deep emeralds to light lime shades, each bringing its own unique charm.

Where to Buy Designer Mehendi Lehengas Online

When it comes to purchasing a Lehenga Online, Samyakk is a name that stands out. Known for its exquisite collection of Designer Mehendi Lehengas, Samyakk offers a wide range of styles and designs to choose from. Whether you’re looking for an Ivory Mehendi Lehenga, a Gold Mehendi Lehenga, or a Multicolor Mehendi Lehenga, you’ll find it all at Samyakk.

Top Mehendi Lehenga Retail Shop in India

While online shopping offers convenience, nothing beats the experience of Lehenga Shopping in person. India boasts several top retail shops where you can find the perfect Mehendi Lehenga. Among them, Samyakk’s physical stores are renowned for their vast collection and exceptional customer service.

Best Lehenga Store in Bangalore

For brides in Bangalore, Samyakk is the go-to destination for bridal lehengas. As the Best Lehenga Store in Bangalore, Samyakk offers an extensive range of Mehendi Lehenga Choli sets, ensuring that every bride finds her dream outfit.

Top Ethnic Lehenga Store

Samyakk has built a reputation as a Top Ethnic Lehenga Store, for providing high-quality, fashionable, and traditional bridal wear. Their collection includes not only mehendi lehengas but also Wedding Lehengas, Reception Lehengas, Sangeet Lehengas, and Engagement Lehengas.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect Mehendi Lehenga involves considering various factors like color, style, and where to buy it. Whether you prefer shopping online or visiting a store, Samyakk offers a comprehensive range of options to suit every bride’s taste. From Ivory Mehendi Lehengas to Multicolor Mehendi Lehengas, their collection ensures that you’ll find the perfect outfit to make your mehendi ceremony unforgettable. Happy Lehenga Shopping!

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

What are the trending colors for Mehendi Lehengas? A: The trending colors for Mehendi Lehengas include ivory, gold, pastel shades, pink, yellow, blue, multicolor, and green. Each color brings its own unique charm to the mehendi ceremony, with options ranging from traditional to modern hues.

How can I choose the perfect Mehendi Lehenga for my body type? A: When choosing a Mehendi Lehenga, consider styles that complement your body shape. A-line lehengas suit most body types, while fishtail or mermaid cuts flatter hourglass figures. Opt for Lehenga Choli styles with fitted blouses and flared skirts for a balanced look.

What are the latest trends in Mehendi Lehenga designs? A: The latest trends in Mehendi Lehenga designs include heavy embroidery, multicolor patterns, modern blouse designs, and innovative dupatta draping styles. Brides are also embracing contemporary elements like off-shoulder blouses and minimalistic embroidery.

Where can I buy designer Mehendi Lehengas online? A: You can buy designer Mehendi Lehengas online from reputed stores like Samyakk. They offer a wide range of lehengas in various styles, colors, and designs, ensuring that you find the perfect outfit for your mehendi ceremony.

How should I accessorize my Mehendi Lehenga? A: Accessorizing your Mehendi Lehenga involves choosing complementary jewelry, footwear, and hair accessories. Consider traditional pieces like jhumkas, maang tikka, and bangles. Pair your lehenga with comfortable yet stylish footwear and match your hairstyle with elegant hairpins or floral accessories.

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Bridal blouse designs

Bridal blouse designs can add a stunning touch to a wedding outfit, making the bride look even more elegant and regal. Here are some popular types and styles for bridal blouses that are both trendy and timeless:

1. Embroidered Blouse

Heavy embroidery with intricate patterns, usually in zari, sequins, or thread work.

Ideal for brides who want a traditional, royal look. Designs often include florals, peacocks, or paisley motifs.

Pairs well with lehengas or sarees with matching embroidery.

2. Beaded and Sequin Blouse

Features beadwork, sequins, and stone embellishments for a shimmery, glamorous look.

Looks especially beautiful in evening or indoor settings where lighting enhances the sparkle.

Can be styled in a sleeveless, cap-sleeved, or long-sleeve design.

3. Mirror Work Blouse

Decorated with small, reflective mirrors that add a contemporary flair.

Gives a dazzling effect, perfect for brides who prefer a bright, festive look.

Works well with simpler sarees or lehengas to keep the blouse the highlight of the outfit.

4. High Neck Blouse

High-neck blouses give a regal and sophisticated look.

These are often adorned with embroidery, lace, or sheer fabric around the neckline.

Ideal for brides who want a modest yet elegant style, especially suited to colder weather weddings.

5. Backless or Deep Back Blouse

Perfect for brides who want to add a modern, bold touch.

Can be styled with tie-ups, tassels, or a simple bow at the back.

Pairs beautifully with both traditional and fusion bridal looks.

6. Cape Sleeve Blouse

A contemporary design with cape sleeves that fall over the shoulders.

Adds drama and elegance, giving a flowy, ethereal effect.

Looks stunning with a fitted lehenga or saree and is great for fusion bridal styles.

7. Sheer Sleeve Blouse

Blouses with sheer sleeves, often in net or lace fabric.

Can be enhanced with minimal embroidery or stonework for a subtle, elegant touch.

Works well for brides who want a light, delicate look.

8. Off-Shoulder or Cold Shoulder Blouse

Off-shoulder blouses are perfect for brides who want a trendy, stylish look.

Can be paired with statement jewelry to highlight the neckline.

Cold shoulder styles are similar but leave a small cut-out on the shoulder, offering a hint of modernity without going fully off-shoulder.

9. Peplum Blouse

Features a flared bottom, creating a peplum effect around the waist.

Ideal for brides who want a unique, contemporary touch.

Looks best with lehengas and is especially flattering for hourglass or pear-shaped body types.

10. Jacket Style Blouse

This blouse resembles a jacket with front closures or intricate embroidery.

Adds a royal touch, making it perfect for winter weddings or brides who want a bold statement piece.

Works well for both sarees and lehengas, giving a layered look.

11. Long Sleeve Blouse

Provides a timeless, elegant look with full-length sleeves, sometimes in sheer or lace.

Often embellished with intricate embroidery from shoulder to wrist.

Perfect for brides wanting a classic, sophisticated style, and pairs beautifully with sarees.

Choosing the right blouse design depends on your overall bridal look, comfort, and personal style preferences. Accessories like jewelry, hairstyle, and makeup can further complement these blouse designs for a memorable bridal ensemble.

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