The jet-setter dress
Monday, February 1st, 2010
Shoes, Aldo; tights, Old Navy; dress, Le Chateau; blazer, Costa Blanca; belt, Giant Tiger; scarf and bracelets, vintage.
Still going with the belted-blazer/jacket look, I put together this outfit last night before bed. I have told myself that I am going to start getting more use out of my summer dresses year-round, and I should have taken a picture without the jacket on, but this dress is actually a zipper-up-the-back tube-dress that has a sweetheart-ish neckline with cute trimming sewn along it. It’s also extremely body-hugging and is entirely inappropriate to wear while walking down the street in broad daylight (think Sue Ellen Michgie, heiress to the Oh Henry! candy-bar fortune).
I think I’ve owned what I call the jet-setter dress (because of the airplanes and fabulous Parisian ladies on it) for about six years and I can clearly remember the two occasions when I have worn it. I was with my friend PP for the jet-setter dress debut – I was visiting him in Toronto and we went out and hit the town, just the two of us. Following that, well, I don’t remember anything very clearly, after all. I wonder why?
The second wearing was also in Toronto, but when I was actually living there. I thought it seemed like the perfect summer dress for a night out with the girls, so I wore it with bare legs and white heels. Well, it ended up being a bit too perfect when, while dancing with my girlfriends, a pushy Neanderthal-type thought it appropriate to grab my ass. Honestly, what do men expect other than an outraged look of indignation after something like that? The jet-setter dress did not appreciate getting mauled – she was raised right, for heaven’s sake!
There was also one picture taken on this night, but not on the camera of one of my close friends so I never got to see what the dress actually looked like on (mirrors can lie). I am obviously wistful about missing out on seeing that picture because I’m still thinking about it three years later. Good memory or a little bit of crazy? Me no know.
And here we are, back at the third wearing of the jet-setter dress, all covered up proper. No drinks, no ass-grabs, just a regular day at the office…