Some People Think That Laughter Is Sexy.

voltee ♦ September 30, 2010 ♦ 4 Comments

Item: Gown Color/Fabric: Mermaid Green, silk Designer: Vera Wang Where Purchased: TJ Maxx Years Owned: 3

Well, today I celebrated my husband’s birthday. It was a splendid evening, and stuffed with food and friends and love. But it got my mind thinking about celebrations in general, and birthdays in particular. When I was about to turn thirty, at approximately the same time as my dear friend Annie, we decided to have a joint birthday party. And since we were both heading into the big 3-0, we decided to have a 1930’s Hollywood theme. and we chose to display portraits of ourselves in Hollywood glam. What other option was there?
So this dress is one of the Great Finds of my life. I literally almost fell onto the floor weeping when I found this on the clearance rack for less than two tickets to a movie. Will I ever find a treasure more worthy than this? Who can say? But the fact is that the birthday “photo shoot” was the first and last time I have ever worn this. That is just so sad, because it really is gorgeous. Putting it on is like slipping into a pool of dreams. It kisses my skin. I love the way that it feels.
Anyway, we only had one night that would be feesible for a photo shoot with the two of us, and it was on a day when I had started work at 5:30am. Plus it was at one of the most stressful times in my career that I can remember. So, one could say that I was fatigued, and it would not be a lie.
Even on a good day, I’m not sure how I would have done. Annie wanted us to have sexy pin-up girl shots. I wanted that, too. But for some reason, with the mere whisper of the word “sexy” I start laughing. And it’s worse if I’m tired. So poor Annie kept trying to coach me through sexy poses, and I honestly could not keep a straight face to save my life. Here is the only picture I like that came out of this session:
And yes, I am laughing.
Annie, on the other hand, had no trouble at all with the “sexy” part. Once I had that camera in my hands, she could pucker, smirk, flirt, and flutter like a pro. It was honestly a wonder to behold. She had many gorgeous pictures to choose from, and we eventually came up with an idea that made us both look good.
When the day dawned for the actual party, I did not choose tto wear this dress. I choose another that made me feel equally fabulous, but sometimes I wish I had worn this one. If I had, then this dress would be sitting, sad and injured, in the back of my closet, mortally wounded with a substantial Garbo Gimlet stain down the front of it, instead of the other. And I don’t know which one I would want to be sitting pristine and unworn and which one I would want to be sitting ruined and unworn in my closet. Ah, c’est le vie.
The party turned out to amazing in every way. I am saving that tale for a rainy night, though.
Well, what shall I do with this fabulous slip of a thing? Will I ever have an occasion to wear it in real life? Will I perhaps need it for a show someday, like if there is ever a stage production of the movie “Splash” and I need to be a mermaid? Is it worth hanging onto just so I can try it on every few months and sigh and preen and then put it back? I just don’t know.

**Oh, how I love this dress!  My heart skipped a beat just seeing it on Trixie.  A keeper.