Sunday Morning
MissM and I go to the V&A to see
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In the dark space of the exhibition rooms
everyone talks in hushed whispers
as we admire the art of
Dior, Balenciaga, Balmain, Fath, Hardy Amies.
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It is a celebration of beauty, elegance and wealth.
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Layers of fine fabric
suspended above
padding, boned corsets and petticoats.
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The dresses seem to be from another world
distant in time and space
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And then I remember...
my mother had a pink brocade ball gown
in the style of Dior.
4 comments:
I love the suit, it is beautiful. Well made is well made and always in fashion. I am a big fan of vintage clothing. When I first started working, all my clothes were vintage. Everyonce in awhile there was something really well made with style. When I was in my teens my Aunt showed me all the suits she had kept from when she worked. She was a fashion goddess and they were beautiful. I love suits. What a nice way to spend a day.
And mine had a pillbox hat...
I may have to visit that exhibition - such inspiration! Every so often I resolve to stop slouching around in jeans and fleeces, and to only wear skirts and dresses for a while. And then a small person uses me as a hand towel and I thank goodness I was not wearing a dry clean only outfit ...
I wish I lived in times like that! Everyone "dressed" to go places and took extreme care - of course, if I had a butler, and a cook, and a maid, and a nanny . . .
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