Let me just start by saying I am obsessed with this vintage chiffon dress from the 60's.
Sure, it smells like a woman wore it to many a cocktail party back when I should have been nursing but was drinking from a bottle instead.
And the mild but impossible to deny scent lingering in the fibers is a combo of:
- lacking any freshness whatsoever
- large vintage store
- old lady perfume (hey, I can make fun of something I am…)
- maybe even a smoke or two
I was able to get over the aroma rather quickly and now you are going to have to tolerate many photos of this dress because I cannot get enough of it!.
It is perfect for my vintage, sequined, cashmere sweater from Hong Kong that I purchased years ago. That sweater never really went with anything I had, but I loved it so much I kept it anyway. I have got a THING for cashmere.
Yesterday this chiffon beauty arrived at my doorstep and when I pulled it out this morning, I felt an urgent need to slip it on (and force my husband to shoot photos of me).
Yes, I purposely stood in front of the flowers because they match the chiffon loveliness. I love Atlanta in the spring!
BUT… I DO NOT like the way this wig looks from the side. I should have worn the shorter one (or maybe brushed this one). Oh well, just focus on the dress!
More displeasure with side of the wig… too bad I don't know how to use my Photoshop program. But, I LOVE THAT DRESS!
The heels of my MJ's sunk into the pine needles. This dress looks amazing with flats too!
I love looking down and seeing that chiffon! I could almost take a bite of it!
And that PILL HAT. Definitely, from that angle, it makes my head look like a pill. A big pill that would be hard to swallow.
I can feel the chiffon moving in this pic.
My daughters like these MJ's. My youngest warned me that they might end up in her closet someday.
My aging wrist looks quite veiny in this pic. That is the thing about "growing in wisdom". It shows in your hands and wrists. Oh, and your lower arms and your upper arms too. Seriously though, the hands need some gloves past 45. Your grandmother wore them for a good reason. Granny was smart!
Now you can see this AMAZING!!! cashmere sweater. Black sequins are heavy on the top and scattered on the bottom. The pics don't do this cashmere beauty justice.
Pretending to be a princess for just three seconds.
Woodstock, my Sun Conure parrot, wanted to get in on the action too. He was headed for those sequins. He loves to chew buttons and any jewelry or pretty item I am wearing. His beak has a strong grip and he can be the great DESTROYER, so I can only hang out with Woodstock when I am wearing plain clothes and no makeup.
He insists on preening my face whenever he sits on my shoulder so to protect him from cosmetic chemicals, I have to be sans makeup. Parrots are ultra-sensitive to toxins.
I also see a few of Winston's dog hairs on my hat. Note to self for the umteenth time: Remember that lint brush!
Chiffon… and seams… indeed, it is a very good thing.
Okay. I feel better now.
I think I have had my chiffon, cashmere and sequin fix for the day. I hope you have too.
Until next time!