Thursday, September 26, 2013
I had the most lovely dream...
Pay little mind to this update, your own dear F.F. is very tired and tired of her frothy ballgown and is going to roll about in the dirt some and beat some French soldiers with sticks this weekend, but wants to make a silly post about dresses first!
I was at a grand, sparkling fin-de-siecle ball, hanging on the arm of the Prince of Austria (who looked like Riccardo Mutti, but who apparently was named Charles?) and he was madly in love with me, and there is something so attractive about somebody who was so attracted to you! He introduced me to all sorts of kings and dignitaries and there was champagne and lots of sparkling lights.
And then we walked outside and saw all of the planets taking up the sky and made references to Supernatural.
I own that I remember the dress even better than the man; a late 1880s dress of dark blue chiffon, with a draped crossover front and a plain skirt and no sleeves... la! I need to start planning for a dress like that.