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[bliumchik]

My mum, still under the impression that the only thing stopping me from buying a formal dress is crippling indecision and lack of funds (I don't intend to elaborate on my pants comment until I actually find some decent ones), has excavated from the deepest recesses of the attic an ancient and incredibly wrinkled item which she apparently wore to her wedding reception. It's made of organza (Running Up a Dress, anyone?) and resembles nothing so much as a very inefficient raincoat. Even were we to iron it, there remains the issue of the chest area, into which I could fit if not a couple of melons then at least the majority of my copious Modern History notes. There also appear to be two no-doubt rusty wires curving up from the waist to the neckline for dubious support, and about half a tonne of gauze under the skirt, to say nothing of the bow - and by all means, let us say nothing of the bow. In short, it must have been in fashion in nineteen eighty nine, and by all accounts my mother looked lovely in it, but on me we simply get this:

Comments

[cynicky.livejournal.com]

.....zomg, out of curiosity, the wires: how exactly are they curved? Like, from the photo they just look round, but are they curved more at one end?

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

No, just in a general bosom-y shape.

[cynicky.livejournal.com]

also you look rather vampire-esque, possibly due to your stoned looking eyes *snickers*

*doesn't mention the bow*

still can't understand why you aren't jumping at the chance to wear that at the formal though....

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

If I were to jump at that particular chance I would jump at it WITH A LARGE STICK.

[cynicky.livejournal.com]

epic flail time?

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Burgundy? THIS... IS... ORGAAAAANZAAAAA.

[cynicky.livejournal.com]

*lots of little people that inhabit the folds of the dress jump out and attack*