It arrived in the mail, demurely wrapped in brown parcel paper, covered in Polish stamps.
Inside, a white box shimmered with silver handwriting, a translucent label, and ivory ribbon.
My heart started racing. I opened the box: first, I saw the silver handwriting, on a small tag, on an ethereal fabric flower. The color of the fabric? Imagine the inside of a seashell, lit by candlelight.
And I hadn’t even ordered a fabric flower. I had ordered a bolero, to wear atop my wedding gown. It will be chilly in January, and I wanted something to cover my arms.
I had been scouring Etsy for more than six months. I looked at lace boleros, ones knitted with mohair or cashmere, little jackets with beads and satin, and tulle confections and capelettes.
Nothing was quite right. Either I worried that the lace wouldn’t match the lace applique on my dress, or the fabric wasn’t luxe enough, or when I contacted the seller I didn’t feel good about working with them.
Finally, I happened upon Njur Design. First, I noticed that there seems to be a narrative for the collection, and for each piece. Notice that the garments and jewelry have natural names, and seem part of a near-enchanted landscape.
Now, look at the fabrics. Oh, the billows of her skirts, the unique lenghths of ribbon falling, the unusual textures and play of shadow and light.
I contacted the designer, and she is amazing to work with. I ordered the Ice Mountain Bolero. Honestly, if I had found Njur Designs before I had purchased my wedding gown, I would have happily ordered my gown from her as well. Look at the Spring Frost dress—-breathtaking! Maybe for the next fancy party I go to, I’ll have her make me the Spring Frost in a grey or deep blue…
Back to opening the package. The flower corsage was a lovely, gracious gift. After I oohed and ahhed over it, and showed it to Matt, I carefully pulled the bolero out of its wrappings.
Oh, my. It is even more beautiful than in the photographs. The fabric is incredibly light, the lining is a dream, and it feels like I’m wearing something made by elves. I cannot describe how the fabric looks in the change of light. It is exactly the color of the wide ribbon the florist will use for our bouquets, and matches the lace on my dress.
And, the button! Speaking of elves. The pewter button that fastens it is itself a work of art, clearly handmade, and signed on the back. I like to imagine that the designer found it in an enchanted mountain stream, high above the valley.
I am in love. The sleeves are dramatic and the whole thing fits me perfectly. I cannot wait to wear everything together: the gown, my golden shoes, Janet’s veil, earrings Matt bought me for the occasion, and this bolero: a perfect piece of art.