First, it was Theresa May’s scandalous kitten heels with the leopard print.
Now, it’s her knees, and a little bit of upper arm/shoulder on this 60-year-old:
Actually, I’d love to have that dress. And I’d also love to have some fancy occasion to wear it to.
When I was a child, my mother used to dress up regularly: cocktail parties and even a few formal occasions, for example. But even the theater was a reason to get dressed up, back in those days. Heck, even getting on an airplane meant a dress and little heels, rather than sweats or yoga pants.
So I had every reason, when my mother came into my bedroom to say goodnight—gowned in a pouffy cocktail dress and smelling of perfume—to think that some really pretty dresses to wear would figure in my future, too.
Alas, it’s very rare that I get dressed up, usually limited to weddings. And even then some are quite casual. In contrast, my mother had taken over a whole rack in the back of my closet when I was a child, to contain the overflow. It held party dresses only—maybe about ten of them at a time, in various flowing or satiny fabrics, jewel colors and prints, sheaths and full skirts, cap-sleeves and strapless.
This trip down memory lane has made me want to post a photo of my mother in one of those gowns. I certainly have some, but they’re not on my computer, and it would have taken me a lot of time to find one in a photo album and then scan it in. But here’s a photo I do have access to, one of my mother and me in our backyard, although there’s no gown involved. She and my father had just come back from a trip to Mexico, and she had brought back these matching mother-and-daughter outfits, which went a little bit towards soothing the frayed and anxious nerves I’d experienced during their long absence.