tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934570763492781767.post8693683281425820129..comments2023-10-24T08:34:16.692-07:00Comments on PEOPLE ARE CANDY:: Alongside All that Fur...Martihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16411998468123052731noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934570763492781767.post-59449375045530369712011-04-22T06:44:45.190-07:002011-04-22T06:44:45.190-07:00Ha! I would never dare diss my mother's dress...Ha! I would never dare diss my mother's dress like I just did this one. And actually, I thought hers was rather pretty: white velvet with sleeves that came to a "peak" across the top of her hand. She also (apparently) had a much better figure than the wearer of this dress, whose marriage, by the way, ended up in the same state as awaits this dress: torn to pieces and in shreds. <br /><br />(And thanks! I forgot to note some important deets in the post)Martihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16411998468123052731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934570763492781767.post-27479086727605043342011-04-22T06:31:14.250-07:002011-04-22T06:31:14.250-07:00Great story -- interesting how thinking about some...Great story -- interesting how thinking about something's history makes you forgive it (or perhaps *judge* it) a little more. Was that your mom's actual wedding dress? I SO wish my mom had kept hers -- it was unconventional, but lovely (but also a size 4).<br /><br />So now ... when do we get to see the rest of the furs, Grizzly Adams?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com