"I like to come," Lucille said. "I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last, I tore my gown on a chair, and he asked me my name and address—within a week I got a package from Croirier's with a new evening gown in it."
"Did you keep it?" asked Jordan.
"Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty-five dollars."
I've been teaching The Great Gatsby for a couple weeks, now. It's one of my favorite books and one of my favorites to teach (a necessary distinction, incidentally), and inevitably when I do my background PowerPoint at the beginning of the unit, I digress into discussions of the prevalent styles of clothing and jewelry . . .
The twenties are by far my favorite period in fashion; the length of my current hairstyle is even loosely inspired by it. So it was with some delight that I stumbled upon the following pieces of 1920s clothing on a website called Shrimpton Couture.
Museum quality piece. Don't look at the price. When I saw it, I thought immediately of that passage from Gatsby. If I were a size 4 starlet, I would be wearing that to some awards show . . . even though it's pink, and I'm not typically a fan of that much pink.
Silver. Hammered around the mesh. And the girl says that you never find a coat like this. . . just shawls, maybe a dress . . .
Ugh. I've been dreaming about them for weeks.