In my new found love of vintage I have found a passion, but much like my ADD (Attention to Delightful Distractions) way of living, I can't seem to stay within one time period. I move from the 40's to the 60's and back to the 50's at the mere mention of something. It is enough to drive a blogger wild. Who is Sassy Lassie? What is her style? All I can say is it changes minute by minute so stay tuned as nothing holds her attention for long. I may take you back and forth in the next few weeks from the 40's to the 70's, as I picked up some amazing magazines from the 70's at an estate sale yesterday.
Before heading out to the closest fabric store for miles to purchase chiffon for the MOD dress, I went to an estate sale. Oh brother. I became like a crazy person when I looked into their barn and saw a metal rack with tulle and bows and flowers dripping from it. I pushed people out of my way and just started pulling hangers off the rack. I had so many in my hands at once I had to finally drop them all to the floor, as a women nearby sneered and said, "Are you taking ALL of those?'. At which point I demurely lowered my eyes and said a simple, "yes".
So, at this moment I have a car full, I think there are 8 or more in total, of 1950's and 60's prom and evening gowns which I was hoping to keep, they looked like my size, but are wayyyyyyyyyyyy too small in the waist for me.
So now I have to sneak them past hubby and photograph them and put them on ebay. I hope to keep some of them, but a few are just wayyyyy too small. I may refurbish a few. I just have not figured it out yet.
This dress below is stunning and my absolute favorite, next to a mod coat that the lady at the estate sale said belonged to her sister who was a model in NYC in the 60's.
Well, that was just the beginning of it, and I hope you never have to experience what happened next. With Molly on the phone and telling me her plans for the week, I tried to take the dress off!!! OMGoodness... I was stuck, really stuck. My shoulder blades did not move in the way they had when I put the dress on. I started to panic. I felt a repeat of those dishes in a post a month or so ago, that I broke after only having for 5 minutes. How could this dress survive all these years only to have me ruin it in 5 minutes. I started to panic, at which point Molly screamed through the airwaves, RIP THE DRESS, MOM, RIP THE DRESS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! I could not rip the dress. I was willing to live in it for the rest of my life if I had to, but I was NOT going to rip the dress.
Finally the angels of "too small dresses being tried on when they shouldn't be", came to me, and lifted it over my head, or possibly dislocated my shoulders without me knowing and removed the dress for me. Whew!!!
So here are some rough photo of the beauty, non ironed and after years of hanging,
but unharmed by 'this one'.