Because of the recession, everyone's talking about austerity. I totally get it - and I'm the first one to admit that making my own clothes isn't always the best way to save money. But think about the Great Depression. Okay, so normal women were making do and mending, and using feed sacks and whatever else they could lay hands on, but what did they want to see when they could scrape together a nickel for the movies? Glamour. Fantasy. Fred and Ginger.
I was looking for a photo tonight and realized that I have a ridiculous number of totally random pictures of embellishment techniques I'm never likely to try - or have a reason to wear, which is a whole different issue.
So in order to share the joy (insanity?) of my collection, I'm going to try to share a few with you on a fairly regular basis and solicit your opinion as to whether or not there is any way that this technique (or simply this particular garmental gorgeousness) can be incorporated into a normal, 40-something, business-casual office environment or a mostly home-and-garden-and-kitchen oriented weekend life. Can I sew in sequins? Do Dior roses actually work in the garden?
Right. And I start with Elsa Schiaparelli. (Actually, quite a large chunk of my collection is Schiaparelli, but how can you talk about embellishment without mentioning her? This is, after all, the woman who gave us the lobster telephone. And who said something to the effect of, "Women dress alike all over the world. They dress to annoy other women.")
Well, I'd be annoyed if I saw that rose-embellished beauty walking down the street ahead of me. At least until I knocked her down and ran away with her jacket.
Looking at the photo at right, you have to give her this: she's no skinny model type, and she's not twenty-something either. Proving you can be forty-plus and still wear a circus jacket.
Of course, who would have dared tell her she couldn't?