I bought a really pretty vintage velvet dress from the 40s and wore it to the wedding of my Little Sis from the sorority. We spent the whole night twisting and shouting in the top room of the Arctic Club, quite possible one of the fanciest places I have ever been in. I was so pleased with my little dress, how it's 50 year old whalebone held up, how the velvet stayed in place, how it fit sooo perfectly and was older than my parents.
When I got into my car at around midnight, the entire back seam split in the time it took me to lift my leg. There I was, alone in the parking lot in downtown Seattle, with a bare butt and no more pretty dress.
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...did you get the dress fixed?
ReplyDeleteThe Honourable JW