One word for fellow Sex and the City fans... AIDEN!!!
Yes, Sex and the City is shallow, but at least the sun plays sparkles on its surface! And whilst Carrie can be beyond irritating, I still have more in common with her than I'd like to admit - shopping is her cardio, she users her oven for sweater storage, and, most of all, she appreciates the magic of fabulous clothes... and always lives up to Diana Vreeland's call to arms: "Never fear being vulgar, only boring."
I knew exactly how she felt today when I found my ball dress!!!
I was cycling through the marketplace when I spotted it on a mannequin by one of the stalls, and I very nearly went over the handlebars as I screeched to a halt in disbelief. The lovely stallholder had just hung it out a few minutes before and wanted to see what it looked like on someone, so she happily laced me into it and pulled me out to see it in the mirror. Oh my word - I nearly wept!! It is a floor-length gown, with a strapless black bodice with a scatter of silver jewels around the waist. It ties up at the back with ribbons like a corset, and somehow managed to give me a perfect hourglass torso completely unaided without feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable! And then it cascades down into dozens and dozens of layers of net skirts, fading from black into white. A ballgown indeed!
The stallholder was even more enthusiastic than me, crowning with me with matching headdress and necklaces and getting me to twirl for the gathering crowd of tourists taking photos! It's just that princess-y a dress!
Will get a photo for you all when I can get someone to tie me into it again!!
Now all I need are some glass slippers...
As for Day 6 of the Challenge, what's the earliest thing you can remember?
My first memory is my dad singing 'Moon River' to me as I went to sleep.
Love, corsages and bankruptcy xx