Can you believe someone asked me (and my eyebrows) to prom my freshman year? Mom and Pops were a little leery, as I am the result of their Procreation Prom, but I used my magical Groucho Marx eyebrows to convince them otherwise.
I've been thinking about the Little Black Dress (aka LBD) quite a bit lately. How classic, clean and elegant it is. Well, with the exception of the one above. I mean, how many tasteless components can one designer cram into an outfit? "Let's see, we'll stretch black pantyhose across the chest, bedazzle the breast and hot glue taffeta over the rest!" Thusly turning this LBD into a Large Bogus Disaster. Oh well, it was the '90's, whatcha gonna do?
Look what the Amazon Fairy left on my doorstep! I'm already loving this book. The author practically holds your hand while showing you how to sew LBD's reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. And not a stitch of taffeta to be found.
So I'm wondering if it's possible to apply the classic, clean and elegant standard to other areas in my life. Like, oh, I don't know, the disaster that is my clothes closet for which LBD would stand for Lame (Un)Bearable Dump. We've already covered my penchant for all things trash-tackular, so the closest my personal style will ever be to an LBD would be Largly Brash Dame.
My final LBD connection bringing this Lame Blog (Up)Date together:
The belts that were mentioned in my last post were shipped to a shop in Italy (!) called...wait for it...The Little Black Dress. Anyone interested in a road trip?
But seriously. With spring here and all things fresh and new, what harm would it do to at least attempt a little "classic, clean and elegant"? Maybe I'll even start with the closet. If I told you I still have that very same prom dress hanging in it, would you think me totally Loser Beyond (this) Dimension? Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm beginning to think the strained "I think I may have sharted" look on my face is a result of me looking into my future...and seeing that darned LBD staring right back at me!