Yes, I’m calling it that now. Ellen Datlow managed to take photos before the ceremony, so you can actually see the bodice of the dress. People ((You know who you are)) were asking about it.
It’s from the early 1960s ((The dress is heavily boned through the bodice and comes with its own crinoline. I need to get a slip to wear under it, because the crinoline is itchy.)) and I picked it up in Portland, OR at Ray’s Ragtime. Every year, Rob and I throw a formal dress dinner party for Christmas. I have a small collection of ballgowns for that because I firmly believe that everyone should be allowed to dress up if they want to and I’ll be darned if I wait around for someone else to make the occasion.
It is indeed a fetching dress and you look good in it.
As a younger man I felt too punk to ever want to dress up. When I was interviewing for a job or getting married, the first second I could get out of the suit I did. Now I’m not only willing but look forward to occasionally breaking out the grown up clothes, putting on the coat and tie and going out on the town. It feels nice.
It’s funny how that changes, isn’t it? I think it happens when we realize that dressing up is a luxury.
Mary, did you see the second photo of you, showing off the bodice a bit more? (the one
with you and Ken Scholes)
Oh bother. I meant to have two separate links and both of them point to Jay. He’s adorable and all, but I wanted to get the one of Ken as well.
Wonderful dress…I love vintage clothes. You look remarkably comfortable in it- I hate the feeling of a crinoline! And the Christmas party sounds like a great idea…we don’t get enough chances to dress up these days.
Considering the boning and all, it is remarkably comfortable. I can breathe and everything.