Dream Roll: Tory's Getting Married!

From Tory's instagram feed.

I missed the news--how?!!!--but Sis texted me yesterday to say Tory Burch just got engaged. I immediately hopped on google and ate up the reports of her ringing in the new year with Pierre-Yves Roussel, chairman and chief executive of the powerhouse LVMH Fashion Group. I read WWD, NY Times [my favorite, with emailed comments from Anna Wintour], harpersbazaar.com, etc. 

Last night at the dinner table, I told H. and Punch all about it, that T has 3 sons from her marriage to Chris Burch, plus 3 stepchildren, and her fiance has 3 sons from his previous marriage. 

Then, lo and behold, when my alarm went off this morning, I was at the Tory + Pierre-Yves wedding--I hated to open my eyes and see my old forest green nightgown and feel my aching back [the bedtime BenGay hadn't worked]. But oh, the magic carpet ride!

Details:
The setting was by the beach. I was at the reception/party, not the ceremony itself. Tory was there, and so was Linda Wells, editor in chief of Allure Magazine. They both remembered me. [In real life, I met Tory at her store in the meatpacking district and she complimented me on the way I was wearing a gold beaded shirt from her line. She was very nice. I have never met Linda Wells, but I have corresponded with her, when she first went to Allure.] 

Tory and Pierre-Yves were giving out presents to their guests [I saw only women] in a huge, sheltered outdoor area. It was in keeping with her reputation as a very generous person. First, a few gold hoop earrings with pearls floated down to the crowd from a balcony. And then, tons of them. We all reached, clamored and got some. Then long, swingy Tory necklaces and large pins. Soon, we were climbing all around, over a house roof, etc., and collecting vases [Tory does have a home line] and other things. I caught a totebag and that was good, because I filled it with all the goodies that kept coming. I had a smaller bag, too, but lost it somehow, and felt disappointed to lose all of those treasures.

At one point, I saw an oversized pearl pin. "This would look great on a white or blue denim jacket," I said to a friend [can't remember who now, but might have been Cathy Maher, someone from St. Mary's School who is younger than me and whom I have not seen for decades.]. "That's not really my taste," she said. I thought she should take it anyway, and yet I couldn't, because didn't want to be too greedy.

Caught a glimpse of Pierre-Yves and he looked handsome. Then, right before I woke up, I saw a little display area to show the room and products for the youngest boy in their blended family--in the dream, he was maybe a toddler. There were monogrammed towels and clothing and even disposable diapers with special custom designs on them. 

As I said, seeing daylight was a rude awakening. Now you understand why! Sigh. A person can dream.