Sunday, August 5, 2007

I know this is a little different from a regular posting, but please indulge me as I share a bit more of what else is going on in the vintage hideaway my family refers to as “The Pink Room.” In one corner, I have this exquisite pink beaded 1920s flapper dress; so very fragile and heavy with its glass beads. I have a story about the dress: About 15 years ago, I was wearing her at a wedding, and noticed there was a dirt spot on the front. I licked my finger and used it to rub at the spot, and a tiny part of the silk DISINTEGRATED. That’s when the poor old thing was relegated to this dress form. I was afraid if I wore her again and someone spilled a drink on me, I’d be nude. On her shoulder is an enormous, thick, luxurious fur with faces and tails. It belonged to a woman named Edna, a former showgirl. The salmon-color cloche is one of my first vintage hats and I would never part with her. As this blog is about purses, I most certainly won’t forget to tell you about the gorgeous ivory beaded flapper bag you see with the dress. I got it in the early days of eBay—before people became word-search savvy—and it cost me around ten bucks. Ah, I love beautiful things. Especially when they’re cheap.

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4 comments:

sweetheartville said...

That dress is absolutely gorgeous!

Wendy said...

That she is. I wish she were in good enough shape to wear. Then again, Mr. Wendy never takes me anywhere schmancy. Although, I'd probably wear her to the grocery store, just to be contrary.

jungle dream pagoda said...

Its all so beautiful,oh yes thejoy of WEARING disentigrating fabric. Been there!

Wendy said...

It makes me sad. Then again, I'm disintegrating, too! Now where'd I put that moisturizer?