here, in an old post from the archives, if you so desire.)
I have thought about giving this dress to Goodwill numerous times over the years, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it (even when it had become hopelessly out of style and I hadn't worn it in a dog's age). They say that if you hold onto something long enough, it will come back in style. Maybe that's why I still have this dress hanging in my closet. (Or maybe it's because of this. You know, the aforementioned sweet story, which explains how for me, even a dress can become a precious artifact, a tangible reminder of the long, rich history of my life with my husband.)
Two things made me fall in love with this dress when I saw it on the clearance rack at TJ's. First of all, there was the fabric: the deep royal blue color; the floral print; the swishy silkiness. And secondly, there was the beautiful lace collar. I've always been a sucker for lace.
My favorite thing about this blouson style is that the waist is completely elasticized, and then the top of the dress blouses over it. This is the only reason I can still wear a dress that I wore almost 30 years ago, when I was just about the same age as that father of triplets I was telling you about is today. I remember that even when I bought it, I was thinking ahead to a day when I might be a bit thicker around the middle; I hoped that because the waist could expand with me, I might be able to wear it practically forever.
It has probably been about 15 years since I've had this dress on. So don't listen to the fashion experts who tell you to purge your closet of any garments you haven't worn in the past year. You might just miss them down the road. I think I would have missed this faithful old dress.
I did decide to add a cardigan with pearl buttons, even though it was pretty hot and humid here in VA today. I was delighted to see that I actually had one in the perfect shade of royal blue. This sweater matches so well that it looks like it was made to wear with this dress.
After Mass, I went over to the rental house that our oldest son and his family are going to move into soon and will call home for the next two or three years. (For the past month or so, our daughter-in-law and four granddaughters have been living with us, while they wait for our son to finish training for his job.) I had offered to paint their kitchen, which would be very nice if not for the bright yellow walls. And the rather garish sponge effect.
Speaking of the 80's and bad style...my peers and I, we were all sponge painting our walls back then. But you'll have to excuse us: we didn't have HGTV to guide us. So our walls tended to look like this.
Well, my second Sunday Best outfit was not as lovely as the one I wore to Mass. It was the old pair of jeans and the Boston Celtics T-shirt that has become my painting/staining uniform. It has gotten a lot of use the past few years, as you can see.
Remember those triplets I was just talking about?
Well, that's it for me. Now you might want to head on over to Rosie's (where you'll undoubtedly find more up-to-the-minute fashions, worn by less long-in-the-tooth women).