I actually have a check one very similar to it. I found it in LA with Kat - it was deadstock. probably my best ever vintage find.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I want this dress so bad.
Ah, I am such a sucker for the New Look, and that is a gorgeous dress!
Also, my mom would be so into Pinterest if she were more interested in the internets. She has paper files for every occasion.
I um, was not fashionable in the 90's. I also didn't give a damn. I stole my father's flannel shirts, shopped at Structure, wore bandanas because otherwise my hair was a rats-nest by third period, wore hand-me-down jeans from my guy friends, and on ocassion, buttoned only the top button of my button-downs, because I liked Stand and Deliver.
Now, in the 80's, I had MC Hammer pants...
Au Coton was my favoritest store in 10th and 11th grade.
Stupid evil IBS means oatmeal for dinner. I'm trying to decide whether or not to make savory oatmeal.
ION, Ply has been renamed to "Bridge Troll". She demands payment of scritchies every time I pass her. Going so far as to plant herself right against the door to the outside. I got so fed up with her dispondancy that I grabbed her, flopped on the bed, and plopped her on my chest and gave her so many scritchies I'm surprised she didn't start chafing. Then we fell asleep.
Yet, she still demands attention every time I walk past her (and by demand, I mean she sits in the middle of whatever room with her shoulders turned towards me. It's plain as day to me what she wants).
So I've made it my new task to pay the scritchie toll every time I pass her. She seems to be happier, and I feel bad that I've apparently been neglecting her affections. I just wish she wasn't so passive about it and would initiate joining me on the bed or the couch.
Anybody remember Esprit? I only just recently gave away an Esprit dress shirt that I was forced to admit isn't likely to fit again.
It was all the rage my last two years of high school to use an Esprit bag instead of your locker.
I went to college with the son of Benetton and the daughter of Esprit! (in the 80s, though)