"She wore daringly a gown of sheer white. Over a sheath-like slip of white satin, which outlined with cunning design every curve of her fascinating figure, flares of transparent tulle, billowing to the ground, yet managed to convey an impression of artless innocence. There was no contrasting colour except her bright gold hair. The spotlight turned it into a nimbus" - Winifred Watson, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day
Some girls wait until their wedding day to debut a sheath-like slip of white satin, but I hoard a bridal shop's stock of ivory gowns - each one occasion-worthy, even if only for a dinner party at home. This one flutters across the shoulders anchored by a swath of velvet ribbon; the hem used to resound with a corresponding ruffle, but I ripped it free in a fit of minimalism. My golden pretzel pendant (part of a repurposed belt buckle) hangs heavy; my bottom layer is a cardi worn backward Junya Watanabe-style.