Inspirations: The dress for those high-class times August 26, 2008 17:29 1 Comment
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.
Night-night.
Comments
Josie Thames on May 20, 2015 12:10
I’m so happy to read that you have a dress for the life you dream about. Sometimes, it’s the perfect black sheath dress to wear to a cocktail party, sometimes it’s a white cotton halter—perfect for walks on the beach.