Little Black Dresses are ForeverShe strolled into the shop of her favourite downtown boutique which housed an eclectic selection of dresses, tops, skirts and accessories from promising local designers where most items were unique and often sewned by hand.
"I'm looking for a party frock, something simple."
She browsed the shop's selection of dresses leisurely, pulling out any garment that caught her eye and examining it meticulously, checking the dress down to every tinniest embroidered, sequined and beaded detail. It was as if she was trying to figure out how the designer had assembled the garment and if there were any hidden surprises waiting to be discovered.
From time to time, she would hold up a dress in front of her and look into the full-length mirror. With her head tilted to one side, she contemplated her reflection.
Does the essence of this reflect who I am?
Will it complement me?
Or in fact, will it flatter me?
From past experience, this never worked, will it this time?
"My dear, that's quite a selection you've got there. I think you should try them on. You can't tell whether it'll suit you unless you do!"
A Morning Glory-purple satin halter number by Uply, with gold rings around the tie and pleats from the bodice softly falling in folds till mid-calf. Love the colour, unsure about the trimmings, doesn't hug at the correct places, length is Granny-like.
A short creamy-white tube dress with a sweetheart neckline and gentle folds at the bodice by ChaiLatte. Bejewelled brooch to be pinned at empire waist sold separately. Looked much better on the mannequin, length is sexy but the cut unflattering, without the brooch the dress would be boring with a capital "B".
A flamingo-pink, cotton halter neck with empire waist, sequinned details below the bodice, ties at the back by 1Ton. Neckline is too plunging, nice beading details on the tie, the way the dress falls from the waist is too full.
"Here, try this black one."
Black, spaghetti strapped, tierred dress from some kind of sheer-flowy see through material lined underneath with black satin.
She looked doubtfully at the dress. Definitely not something she would normally try on. Not her taste at all.
She checked the lable of the dress- LSY. Whoa, surely not the designer who won the award in Milan recently?
Her flightly, frivolous, tracherous heart egged her to try it on even before asking for the price. You never know until you try. Give yourself a chance, it might fit and so what if you need to pay a little bit more?
But it looks flouncy, a little forward in a trashy way and loud. Not you at all. This look and cut of dress never worked before. What're the chances it'll work now?
Oh heck, what is there to lose?
She slipped the gown over her head. It slipped easily over her body, soft cool satin sliding over bare skin and surveyed the mirror in trepedition.
The dress hugged and accentuated the places it should and skimmed gently over other places. The tiers fell in soft, alluring folds just above the knee.
Perfection, it seemed, redeemed the previous boo-boos.
Walking out of the shop, she surveyed her sales receipt in satisfaction. Not such a high price to pay afterall.
She balled it in her fist and unceremoniously dumped it into the nearest trash can.
Oasis's Don't Look Back in Anger, played overhead. Humming along, she walked towards the parking lot.