Inspirations: The dress for those high-class times August 26, 2008 17:29 1 Comment

Butterick 7085, circa 1930s

This is the dress of dreams. At least in my life. At least in my life in my small town that is rapidly being overdeveloped. But that’s another story. And it’s not a dream. Alas.
But I can daydream. I can. And in this dress, perhaps of black velvet, with a wrist corsage of bright pink peonies, I go to dinner at a sleek club, with an orchestra and a cooing chanteuse.
I channel Irene Dunne. Sophisticated. Soignee. Above it all. His Bertness channels Melvyn Douglas. Handsome. Clever. Divine in a dinner jacket.
I wear the short-sleeved version with the plunging back. It hints at the amorous while remaining so refined. So very very.
This is a glorious dream. Indeed. I think I’ll go to sleep now. Yes. I will. I'm yawning in anticipation.