amongst other things), I'm always in dire need of formal vintage clothing. Although usually I can shop in my closet for a crisp modern look that can accommodate the 1940s and the 1950s, I'm flummoxed when it comes to The Gilded Age. I'm not flatchested enough to pull off an androgynous look, so I get away with as much as I can by finding inspiration in bias cut gowns and cocktail dresses from the 1930s. Here's my latest gown: an elegant, curve-hugging bias cut satin number that simply slips over my head, like a t-shirt.
I know it looks pink but it's really peach. And I'm a Georgia peach. So there's that.
Walking around my apartment with all that luscious fabric billowing behind me made me feel as though I were floating on a cloud. Plenty of room for the ladies -- not constricting at all. Maybe I'll try it out when I perform at the next Jazz Age Lawn Party in August.
Thank God I can write this off. Happy birthday to me!
Now I'm off to search for accessories...