A Little Whimsy
Ruffles, tulle, ivory, lace, chiffon, blush. Words my heart flutter that no matter how goth or rock I go. Put them all together in one garment and my sartorial pulse is sent racing.
My love affair with these whimsical details started back when I was 18. Me and my then boyfriend, John, used to visit a vintage and antique shop called Saratoga’s Trunk.
Set inside a dusty crumbling 1800’s building in the city centre, it was like entering another world. Victorian curiosities filled cabinets, well worn and well loved flapper dresses hung precariously from hangers, their beads long lost to time.
Hanging from the ceiling was an ivory silk Victorian wedding dress. Every visit to the shop I would gaze longingly at that dress. It’s silken frills now lying flat and limp, it’s hem now loosely draped, tired without being held proud by it’s long lost cage and it’s lace details discoloured with age. But even in it’s sorry state it was a thing of precious beauty. I wanted it so desperately. I imagined myself just wafting around in that dress, my dark hair caressing it’s silk, contrasting dramatically with it’s ivory hue. From that moment, a love affair was ignited and has stayed with me ever since.
So today’s post is really just about my appreciation of that particular whimsy and sharing those beautiful garments that send my heart racing.