Okay, get this. Mrs B. in Paris wakes up one Saturday morning to find her husband, instead of wanting to watch Dr. Who (not that there's anything wrong with that), wants to go shopping. Did I mention that "Mrs. B in Paris" does actually live IN PARIS? No? Well, she does. So she goes shopping with her husband. Who, after buying Parisian pants, (that's "trousers" for you Brits) says "oh, honey, it must be hard for you to go to all these stores with me without even looking at anything for yourself." While Mrs. B is boggling from THAT, he goes on to urge her to buy a new dress. In Paris. With a budget four times what she would have set for herself.
Anyway, go click that link to read the whole story, instead of my Cliffs Notes, but this is the dress. Isn't it lovely? And I don't know what kind of additives she's putting in Mr. B's pot-au-feu, but if she can figure out a way to market them, I think she's got a winner. She's my new hero. I mean, I can barely get my husband to put on ANY pants, and she's got hers buying pants in France. Which even if it didn't rhyme, would be the greatest thing ever.
And, for the rest of the story — the crow-megaphone dress? Went to a good home in NYC, with Stephanie at Klosekraft. Whew! Sometimes, when you see a great eBay auction that you know you can't bid on, it's like seeing an especially cute puppy or kitten at the shelter. Will someone kind and loving take them home, or will they have to suffer rough petting at the hands of an oblivious jerk? This dress went to a good home and will have lots of walks in the bright sunshine, I'm sure.
Oh, and just for complete randomosity, I dreamt last night I was making a dress out of those zip ties you use for garbage bags. I was using those narrow plastic straps that hold cardboard boxes together for the weft, and then zipping the ties over them so the long edges stuck out like fringe. Each tie would zip over two straps, and I did a kind of herringbone thing so that the whole mess held together as fabric. Very hard to explain, like most dreams, but I woke up disappointed that I hadn't actually done it and taken a picture to post here.
A Dress A Day 
Okay, this one I seriously covet. Seriously. But not in black. 😛
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Your dreams could be turned into reality.
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Thanks so much for the link to Mrs. B’s blog…otherwise I would’ve thought that story was another one of your delightful fictional entries. 😉
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this is hillarious, i just happened upon you and can’t get enough already
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Yes it is a cute dress, if it’s on a cute body. I enjoy your writing, and will read on.http://somethingfromme.blogspot.comAbout a girl who looks good in or out of any dress
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this dress is great! so classy-looking! i love the cap sleeves 🙂
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That dress is lovely.
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I LOVE this dress. A pair of strappy black sandals, and this dress could go just about anywhere!
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And thank you for the link! Well summed-up, I must say. :)For those interested, the other color is available at Caroll stores in France. Beige and darker beige are not good colors on pale skinned blondes like me unfortunately…have you ever heard the phrase “polar bear in a snowstorm”? That pretty much sums it up. But it would be lovely on a brunette beauty!Glad you like the dress (I knew you would, Erin!) and thanks again for the link. Bientt!
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I work with preschoolers and several weeks ago I dreamed I asked a little boy what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he answered Duro Olowu. Seriously, I spend too much time reading blogs.
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Erin, funny you should mention dreams (perhaps not). Actually I had one about roller skating rinks. I discovered one in my neighborhood. I was like, “Does Erin know about this?” It turned out they were going to tear it down (!!!) and replace it with one that has a McDonald’s.
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That dress is fabby!!!
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what an awesome blog. I can’t stop reading.:bows: 🙂
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I wear pants.
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I’m really happy that I’m not the only one who has sewing/fabric dreams. I had several frustrating nights where I actually managed to find and buy a (real) pattern which was eluding me in my size, only to wake up to teeth-gnashing frustration that it was just a dream.One of the better fabric dreams recently was a beautiful beaded silk-and-lace fabric which I wanted to use for a wedding dress. Sure, it was $516 a yard (??? and where did that sum originate?), but the bodice was part of the yardage. Yep, on the bolt, periodically, there was a snug-fitting beaded bodice with shoulder straps. I love fabric dreams.*sigh* and shopping for dresses in Paris would be right up there with them …
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hey these are soo cute
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