20 August 2009
more, I never saw it coming
Yes, I had a dress just like this 2009 Emanuel Ungar0 jersey blouse. Jersey? does that mean polyester?
For the record it means in this case- 72% viscose, 28% "polyester". My dress was NOT Emanuel Ungaro and it was QIANA. (click QIANA to read the 1968 TIMES article)
SO, my dress was just so horribly identical- and oddly enough as all women do, I had a detailed discussion with my mother today-about dresses we wore-before this phantom appeared. It started happily enough, chatting about Laura Ashley smocks and dresses I loved and wore-a conversation prompted by An Aesthete's Lament and this post today.
Do you remember this dress? that dress? Women do have conversations about these things whether they will admit it in a public forum or not. I am here to say they do, & Yes I did.
Well, It will come as No Shock that I had erased this little number from my memory-I thought permanently. My memory was jogged when she said "It's the one you Had To Have."
"Oh, That One." me
"Where is it? Whatever happened to it? she
"No clue." me
It was something I preferred to obviously keep hidden. Now that it is thrust back to the fore, I have to open the doors, air out the cobwebs and admit I must have been slightly obsessed with Fallon Carrington at the time.
I will say- This blouse, unfortunately has a skirt that...
You decide. In Defense of my dress- it continued with the fuchsia and orange all round.
images from net-a-porter.