Do you love this dress?
OR DO YOU LOVE THIS DRESS???
You won't be surprised if I tell you I love it, will you?
You know me better than that by now, I'm sure.
But the story of how I acquired it is really quite something, even for me.
|there she goes with those elbows again|
So- while driving around Desirees neighbourhood a couple of weeks ago on my way to pick up some furniture, I couldn't help but notice there was lots of stuff out on the kerbs.
So I did what any self-respecting vintage seller does, and picked up some free stuff.
Amongst my scores were a few random garbage bags and cases.
Humour me for a moment, and picture the scene; van pulled over with the engine running, sweat pouring off me in the blistering humidity, bored child on board, curtains doing a mixture of quick darty movements and slow-but-stealthy-so-she-won't-see-me things...suffice to say, I made a pretty quick job of getting in and out and getting the van loaded up.
Included in one of the cases, amongst other things (which included, umm, enough BNWT Collette Dinnigan lingerie to open a shop with, wigs, boots, and some genuinely bizarre costumes), was this dress!
You could have knocked me over with a feather when I pulled it out...I think I actually had to pat my chest with the excitement!
Handmade, 1950s, fine cotton, fully lined, and a perfect fit... see, there IS a God...and He must have seen me coming!
Either that, or Desiree has been sprinkling her magic around, because I found this fabulous dress less than 2 blocks from her house...