Well, let's get this party started! Here are a few memorable frocks from my childhood:
Ahhhh, the brownie dress. Flattering for little girls of all sizes and colouring. Yellow and brown as a colour combination? I bet Coco Chanel was kicking herself for not coming up with that one. I think this would have been in about 1990.
This one is a very avant-garde little number that I designed and made myself. I'm not sure you'd technically call it a dress, but it is awesome.
Hmm, here we have my high school uniform. This would have been on my first day. Note that only the COOL girls scrunched their socks down like mine. Again, another stunning colour and fabric combination. Who doesn't like to wear a maroon wool blazer in 40 degree weather?
No, I was not some sort of a child bride at the grand age of 16. Apparently this tradition is not particularly common outside of Victoria, Australia, but I was at my debutante ball. There were some pretty strict rules about what to wear. The dress had to be:
- white (not cream, ivory, or anything else);
- floor length (not ankle or knee);
- paired with gloves (had to be white, but could be any length);
- not strapless (I think this was actually for our own comfort); and
- worn with subtle make-up only (don't set your make-up gun to 'whore'!).
Nonetheless, I actually loved this dress, and was so pleased to find one that was completely un-poofy and un-sparkly.
More frock flashbacks to come!
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