there are clothes that women love on women, there are clothes that men love on women, and never the twain shall meet. well, the fairer sex can usually go both ways, but the harder sex, if you will forgive the pun, can't get behind certain styles: high waisted jeans. bubble skirts. gathered waists. drop crotch.
as you may have gleaned, i have not had the luxury of being around my better half for more than the better part of summer. the obvious consolation prize in this situation: make and wear the things he will undoubtedly dislike. the booby prize (if you will again forgive the pun): reap the praise of the female company i'm keeping at work!
is this gender pleasing dress code meant to spite him? no! never! look, if my man's not here to compliment me, what good is it wearing the curve hugging styles he adores? am i going for appraising looks from strangers in bars? no! never! i'm going for chic comfort! and a nice smoky bourbon!
this heavenly soft jersey from mood fabrics (online) actually began its life with me as a self draped maxi dress. and when i say draped, i mean hacked and pinned and thrown on and off in hotel closets for want of my dress form, half a country away. it's a large panel print, with a dusky purple mountain scene. and no, it does not break my self imposed ban on jersey. it's my birthday week, all bets are DECIDEDLY off.
the initial dress was inspired by a floaty jersey maxi worn by one of our deliciously curvy dancing trees, but by the time it was finished, it hugged my curves in ALL. The Wrong. Places. one seam actually landed right across the horizon line of mount crackatoa, creating the stunning illusion that my waist, hip and abdomen were indeed a redwood forest. at this point i actually should have gifted it to any number of long legged ladies at work, but instead, i hacked off the bodice, turned the skirt upside down, decided not to fight the flow, and draped a pear shaped number.
right now, ruggy is looking at this concoction and seeing this:
MOUNT SAINT OONABALLOONA
meanwhile, while out for drinks with tinkerbell, she saw this:
SEXY CHIC YOU CAN TOTALLY EAT IN THAT
me, i'm in the middle. i don't really shy away from shapes that might not, erm, accentuate my shape...but i do think this gives my trunk a bit more junk than necessary.
oh yeah. really. that's just wrong.
ah well. it feels delicious, and looks dressy when paired with the right kicks.
no, these are not the right kicks. these are neon yellow wedge sneakers that ruggy will hate even more than this dress. when the cat's away...the mouse is very sad and buys wedge sneakers.
will such items journey back with me to new york, or will they end up on tinkerbell? only time and testosterone will tell.
this ruggy repelling dress was made using my monthly fabric "allowance" as part of the Mood Sewing Network.