All the holiday parties. All the excuses to pull out the floor-length gowns that have been sitting in your closet.
This one is vintage — sixties maybe? I wore it to the opera last year. And I’m still so, so glad I didn’t have this bad boy hemmed. (That would have been a travesty.) A floor-length gown is a thing of beauty.
Speaking of things of beauty — say hello to my little friend. He’s from Barefoot Contessa in Vancouver.
And he’s such a bold little guy I feel like he deserves a name. Thoughts?
P.S. On Facebook, The Anthology is wonderful any time of year.
