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Dears,

Miss Kirk, I applaud you for having the good sense to select a dress before entering into the state of betrothal. A wise decision, and one likely to reduce the stress in your life. Miss Pevensie, I chose to be married in the dress I tried on first. My excellent friend Miss Wollstonecraft highly recommended it, and I commend her good taste. The only sorrow I felt was that I lacked the enjoyable experience of shopping for them longer; savor the experience. Registering for gifts is indeed an arduous process. Each time we did (as most young couples, we selected the establishments of Target and Bed, Bath, and Beyond) it took a number of hours and was truly exhausting. I applaud you for having made it through. (And the fact that you did them both on the same day is incomprehensible. I marvel at your stamina.)

Just remember, my dears, that there’s very little pressure. It’s only the most important day of your life, every minute detail of which will be captured immortally in millions of photographs. Do inform me of any impending loss of sanity and/or the ability to keep from killing people. I will endeavor to diffuse you immediately.

With all my love, sympathy, and congratulations,
I remain, Yours,
Mrs. Elliot

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Perhaps I am being naive or just not allowing the stress of planning an entire (fabulous) wedding in under three months, but I am not (currently) all that stressed.  There have been instances which just aobut pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I simply put them out of my mind until I was of a more sound mental state.  But I still have a long ways to go.

I began the search for “the dress” this past Saturday with my mother and baby sister.  I had no clue what to expect from said experience.  Truth be told, I felt rather panicky.  And then I fell in love with the first dress I tried on.  There was at least one other possibility as well.  While I loved the first, I like to shop around.  So, I ventured forth once again this afternoon and this dress was the favorite of the day.  However, there are still other stores to shop around in (and other people to accompany me–yourself included).

But other than that one outing and multiple small talks, I don’t think my mom has truly begun to think wedding yet.  She and my dad leave for California tomorrow and I intend to use their absence in my favor to have as much information for them as possible once they return.  My mom cannot avoid the subject for much longer!  I’m expecting things will kick into full gear once she returns from vacation.

On my end, young master Tilney and myself spent four hours beginning the process of registering ourselves with local businesses (namely Target and Bed, Bath, & Beyond).  FOUR HOURS!!!  Of little more than window shopping.  I am not the world’s biggest fan of shopping, so while the scan gun is rather entertaining (especially in the hands of the guy), I retired for the evening utterly exhausted.  And I shall have to modify the registry as my mental faculties return (assuming they do, that is).

And that, my dear, is a fairly accurate summary of the only plans I have made (other than the locale, which I have already told you about).  We shall need to meet again soon so I can talk out my likes/dislikes of my current dress selections, ideas for decor, etc.  In other news, Mr. Tilney has already planned out the honeymoon–a getaway with multiple benefits, such as enjoying the relief of pulling off such a spectacular affair! 🙂

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My dearest girl,

Serenity?  Anyone?!

Serenity? Anyone?!

Again I’m in awe of your decision to be wed in May and again I offer my services because if you are as stressed as I am (and I imagine you are MUCH more) you deserve accolades to rival His Grace the Duke of Wellington!  I had no idea so much work went in to planning an event such as this and my mother, godmother, future-mother-in-law, and well meaning friends are forever alerting me to things I have absolutely forgotten to think of/never heard of before in my life.  Please write back as soon as you may and get my mind of this awful process by diverting me with stories about yours own, write explicitly as to interfering mothers for amusement and flowers for inspiration.  I meet again with my florist this weekend and am utterly at a loss!

More aggravating are the thoughts of our future maintenance since we will be living off my fortune until he should come into his own.  How provoking to be concerned not only with planning a wedding while one’s family is in Suffolk and one’s future is in doubt.  Mr. Rivenhall and I have found excellent lodging but we must wait to find out whether or not it will be made available to us.

I am the most impatient creature alive, as well you know.  And now I have to sit and wait.  And wait.  It’s the anticipation that annoys me, you understand.

Your Pathetically,
Miss Kirk

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My Dearest Miss Kirk,

You have my fondest congratulations and well wishes for both you and Mr. Rivenhall.  I have no doubt that while the next few months may try your patience, test your planning and decision making abilities, and bring up unpredictable sources of vexation, the two of you shall be very happy with one another’s company for eternity.  And with that, I too must seek for good tidings.  This past weekend I too entered into the happy stage of engagement. 

Close Up

Close Up

May we both be able to deal with the upcoming months with grace, elegance, and, if all else fails, Triple Choc-Choc-Choc-Chocolate Chunk and Uncle Bubba’s Big Belly Butter Brickle.  Or not, since we will both be needed to look radiant in our wedding dresses.  Hmm…I shall let you know when I come up with a suitable alternative.

Until then, yours joyously,

Miss Pevensie

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In Which Miss Kirk’s Eyes Bug

My darlings, behold!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29083372/

Yours in shock,
Miss Kirk

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My darlings,

I must ask you for your congratulations (or perhaps Mr. Rivenhall must ask you for your condolences…), I am engaged to be married! 

Yours excitedly,
Miss Kirk

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My dearest girl,

No amount of pondering illuminates the answer...

No amount of pondering illuminates the answer...

Your letter was such a flight of conflicting hopes and fears that I don’t know where to begin!  All I can say is that if you prefer this gentleman’s company (and I think I can guess who he is in spite of your maddening failure to provide more information) that it might be indicative of your continuing affections for him, as much as we both know you like to deny you have them.  But a word of caution, my love.  He is a perfectly charming man, in spite of his membership in some of the less than desirable Clubs ones finds about town, and has hundreds of good points (a handsome face, intelligence, wit,  delightful manners and address &c.) but I would encourage you to remember the reasons you named for breaking off the understanding.  They are neither light nor negligible.  I will never offer advice unasked for, so do not think I try to influence you either way, I merely wish you to remember the whole of this history and not just the good or the bad.

As for the philosophy behind your question, no one knows the answer.  How to remain oneself while opening one’s heart and mind to another; the age old dilemma of women.  If I may suggest, however, to think of accepting praise, affection, or even love as being conquered seems backwards (come now, you’ve read all the medieval romances, generally when a man showers attention upon a lady it means she has conquered him).  And thinking of being conquered is indeed out of fashion, whatever handbag you wear that attitude with.  Men dislike being considered castles to be breached just as any woman does.  It simply isn’t in good taste, and frankly it’s insulting to either sex to be assaulted, even metaphorically

Perhaps, my love, you need to actually accept the idea that you deserve gentleness, affection, and adoration.  It goes against the grain, I know, but I assure you Mrs. Elliot and I already think you do.  We often wish you would stop seeing it as an insult, it’s not very generous towards those who wish to show you their affection but are rebuffed at each turn.  Besides, ladies deserve to be adored.  And despite our venomous opinions in some of our angrier moments, so do worthy gentlemen.  Be kind to the men, my darling, but most of all, be kind to yourself! 

Any wiser advice I fear is beyond my scope, but if more visits to our favorite haunts to gossip and dissect this gentleman are necessary I remain, my dear,

Fondly and willingly yours,
Miss Kirk

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