Sorry for the white-on-white image here, but behold the triumphant future-weird that is the BurdaStyle Wings Dress.
I kind of love it. A lot. Maybe because the wings are FULL OF POCKET, but probably mostly because I’ve always wanted a carapace. (Tell the truth: you do too.)
This would be a fantastic dress in black, with iridescent green organza wings. Or red, with red-and-black polka-dotted wings. If you extended the skirt length and made the wings of silver lamé, you’d have a great shot at a Space Empress dress (or two: try it in a holographic laminate print). The possibilities: literally without end.
Like most of the other students in the dojo, Betsy dreamed of the day where she, too, would achieve the red sash, and find oblivion in inhaling deeply the sweet breath of the lotos-orchids. In the meantime, as a lowly pink belt, she performed such menial tasks as making sure Gladys didn’t trip on her sash of honor and recruiting new novices from the village fête.
Surely the woman in the floral dress would leave the cake table soon, and then Betsy could offer her a free pamphlet!
(Pattern courtesy of the Vintage Pattern Wiki)
Pensive: Do I look pensive enough? The column is certainly pensive-worthy, but what about the wicker chair? Is wicker pensive?
Pensive: I should be holding a rose, right? Not girdling myself with one? And it should be an actual flower, not a repurposed shower scrubber?
Skeptical: If you say so.
Pensive: What about the petroleum-based sheen of this fabric? I think perhaps it’s a little too oleaginous.
Skeptical: Could be.
Pensive: Well, it will all be fine when the unicorn shows up.
Skeptical: Any minute now. Sure.
Green: I’m not sure I have this combination down yet, can we run through it one more time?
Red: From the top: and a one-two-three-four ball-change shuffle head-fling longing-glance hip-thrust — got it?
Green: oh — the longing glance! That’s what was throwing me off. Thanks!
Red: No problem. Us chorines have to stick together. Don’t forget to pick up your hat and gloves from wardrobe!
(If you would like this pattern for your very own, it’s here on Etsy courtesy of seller Classic Cabin.)
Salt: No, you have to maintain an air of mystery, like this. Turn your head, just until you can see your right shoulder blade, or your neck cramps, whichever comes first.
Pepper: I prefer to hypnotize with my direct stare. Also, my brooch spins and strobes.
Salt: Well, once they’re hypnotized, will you ask them where Marie is? I need her help to unsnap the lower two carapaces so I can sit down.
Pepper: You and me both, sugar.
Salt: It’s Salt.
(if you NEED this pattern, and have the fiberglass-casting capability to make those carapaces, it’s for sale on Etsy from seller Fancywork)