I beg my readers indulgence. I won’t have a clear or cogent thought for a couple of days, and that will only be achieved by a massive intake of coffee. I am getting older. Any event that goes on past ten o’clock seriously cuts into my pajama time.
I’m posting a pic of me and my Mister all dressed up for an awards function… within the last decade. Here’s the point of posting the image, I was going to an evening event at the Beverly Hilton, I had never worn such a retro gown – and now I know why. These gowns are hard to navigate in. You need about two feet of clearance on either side of your body to get anywhere. You need to wear stockings, not pantyhose underneath, or going to the powder room is ridiculous. And, while many of the older guests of the evening stopped me with a wistful smile on their faces, (invariably dressed in something smooth and sleek) saying things like, “I just had to tell you, I haven’t had a gown on like that since 1955…” It didn’t make the logistics of the giant black pouf any easier. Although, one of these elegant doyennes even cupped her hand to my cheek – it made me want to cry. What a sweetheart.
Back to the point, apologies for recycling material and I’ll see you soon. Cheers, dears!
Oh Ms L.
How resplendent you look.
Best of luck for a week of high dramas for you no doubt.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
That’s one thing about boning in the bodice, it makes you sit up straight! That, I didn’t mind as much as the curious sensation I needed motion sensors in my skirt. I kept knocking into chairs and giving people I passed a close encounter with tulle. Oh my.
xox,
V
Oh my… that dress is stunning!!! I love it. I would have worn something like that, as well. Just gorgeous. You look like a beautiful couple. Great picture.
Good luck with the coming festivities, etc. Enjoy this time!!
Lisa
Let’s just say I’ve taken a cue from the elegant doyennes and I will dress much more sensibly.
When I did the kitchen remodel I finally threw away all the little gilded chocolate Oscar candies that were moldering next to the butter dish – it’s silly, but I miss seeing Oscar in my refrigerator!
Hugs to you Ms. Lisa!
V
Wonderful picture of you two. Both of you look resplendent. As much as I criticize the Academy (and its decisions), I can’t help but get excited when this week arrives. My wife already knows my Sunday viewing is fully booked. Best to you. Your readers will be here, waiting on your return, Vickie.
I should probably write a post about this, but for now, I’ll chime in with overlooked aspects of the Oscars – it is the one event of the year the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences organizes, and the money made on the Oscars goes to support their libraries, student activities, fellowships, archival efforts, retrospectives, web presence, http://oscar.go.com/… Yeah, Sunday! What will you be eating? Will you have friends over?
With my stomach, I’m lucky to have a chocolate chip cookie on this fun occasions (always keeping the Zantac close, though). Outside of my wedding anniversary, the biggest events in my house early in the year are the Superbowl and The Academy Awards (and not in that order ;-)). Friends will come around to our home usually. We’re there from the pre-ceremonies to when the credits roll. I usually skip the after Oscar specials, however. Best to you, Vickie.
Adding to the chorus of approval – enchanting! I may be misreading your expression but while epitomizing glamour you look ever-so-slightly grumpussed there while the charming Mr L looks entirely relaxed. Ladies pay the price of glamour while we men tend to be luckier. On the plus side you ladies look lovely!
I can neither confirm or deny, but I might have been thinking, “Damn, I hate my contact lenses.” 😉
What a beauty you are. 🙂 For a moment I thought I was looking at Olivia DeHaviland, then I read the post. That dress would have had so many holes in it if I had worn it anywhere–if there’s a screw, a splinter or a chip anywhere on a chair I manage to find it with whatever I’m wearing, hah!
You are very, very, kind. Olivia de Haviland is rare and exquisite, and I’m afraid I’m much more inclined to splinters and… I’ll just say it – I’m the gal who can’t use a curling iron because the first time I did I branded my forehead. I don’t know if I mentioned it but I’m the one who spilled tea on a new couch last week and in an attempt to dry it (with my hair dryer) I melted a hole in the upholstery – now artfully camouflaged with a throw pillow. I’d say I’m much more Imogene Coca than de Haviland, but without the comic genius. Hugs from here! V
I want to go dancing ….with both of you! You both look so stunning that this photo is now my wallpaper at work.
I will keep an eye out for the re-releases “See it Again! Love it Again! The Movie You Just Can Get Enough OF”
xoxo
In your honor I actually will put up a little new material tomorrow. You’ll know which one…
xox!
Oh Goodie!
So absolutely worth the bother! A timeless, gorgeous photo of you both. I think every woman should wear a dress as stunning as this at least once in her life (still waiting for my turn . . . .) Enjoy the next few weeks and can’t wait to hear all about it. Have fun!
What a lovely thing to say – I could kiss you. And, coming from a photographer who captures timeless beauty like you do on http://nylondaze.com/ it just makes my day!
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
(Lord Byron)
Vickie, you are resplendent.
xoxo
Oh my, I keep demurring – but Byron, that just knocks my socks off. Thank you! You would know the answer to this, were Byron’s diaries destroyed by a family member for being too risque? Or, am I thinking of Sir Richard Francis Burton?
Much love,
V
Darling, the diaries were destroyed by his friends and literary agent in a bid to douse the spin, sensation and controversy that prevailed after Byron’s demise. xo
In a letter to John Murray, his publisher,
“I know the precise worth of popular applause, for few scribblers have had more of it; and if I chose to swerve into their paths, I could retain it, or resume it. But…”
I think you’ve started something. Now I’m hooked.
Thank you for sparking a new fascination.
xox!
V
That is a great pic. Your gown is amazing! I, for one, do not mind navigating the hazards that invariably happen as a result of wearing vintage dresses. I even got married in a Mr. Blackwell evening dress from 1960.
Will you post a picture sometime? I’d love to see a wedding photo – and a Mr. Blackwell design. Very chic!
My best to you and The Chef,
V
What a wonderful dress 😀
Is the Mister looking so amused because he can forsee the damage you were about to inflict on everyone in your path? 😉
How did you know! 😉 We’ve been married many, many, moons but he had my number right from the start. I seem to remember a conversation you and I had about the derivation of the term “noisy oyster”… I think of it as a pet name, like sweetie!
My late Nan used “noisy oysters” as a pet name for my sisters and I, now I use it on my own kids 🙂
In the photo you look so quietly dignified, I can immediately see myself in that exact pose although it is all a ruse. In my world this picture would have been taken just after I thumped the man for some “bull in a china shop” comment about me in such a dangerous dress 😉
What a great picture!
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