Talk about dreams imitating life imitating art imitating Clueless (well actually it was more of a montage of Clueless, Pretty in Pink and Slipper & the Rose)... In a dream last night, Sarah was designing me the most perfect party frock. Actually she had about three on the go because I wasn't exactly sure what style I liked the most and had to see them all constructed & photographed before I could commit (typical!). All of the dresses had '50s shelf-bust features. And '80s extravagance. The dresses were made variously from polka-dot taffetta (sky-blue with black 5c piece sized spots, pink with black, black with white). So, the purpose of this post is to express my conscious & subconscious love of the shelf-bust feature. And to explain to Sarah exactly what it is - something I didn't quite manage over muesli this morning. I may have used the term "shelf-bra" & really that conjures up images of '90s hip-house bustiers & the like.
So Sarah, this is what I was getting at:
And this:
Note the awesome airguns the brunette in lemon is packin'. Airguns! When a dress inspires airguns you know it's what I like to call a "Party in a Dress".
So, reckon we can put up a shelf-bust or two in my wardrobe? Don't panic, I don't mean for the witness-dress, just as a summer building project.
Perhaps we can combine it with the Magyar Sleeve project.
Ohhh and a quick yogel of Magyar just informed me that by definition, Magyar, being a sleeve cut from the body of a garment is technically a batwing!