Briefly (or, About That Dress)

Since my last post, my mother has been in touch with me several times to say that I really ought to post a better photo of my dress from Sunday night. She is recommending this as a kindness to the fashion-obsessed, but also as a kindness to her, because she did the alterations on it and she wants to brag.

I, of course, am just adding this to the pile of incontrovertible evidence that my mom is The Awesomest Shit Ever -- yes, she is, because how often does your mom email to tell you that you really should be posting more pictures of yourself on the internet? -- but given that I've heard from a couple of you wanting to know more about just what I'm wearing in the Roofied Photo, I'm also going to follow her advice. So!



Brad snapped this picture of me in the park, before we got on the subway (and also before my bangs were plastered to my forehead by a lovely combination of sweat and Brooklyn street grime, yaaaay metro system.) The dress was an $11 vintage flea-market find, so if you were one of the readers who was hoping to purchase it, I'm afraid you're out of luck. But if all you wanted was to feast your little eyeballs on an emerald confection of chiffon and pressed velvet... well, here you go.