Okay, I can’t think of a clever way to introduce this post, so I’m going to come out and say it: Carol Hannah has an Etsy shop!

What can I say? I love Project Runway, especially Carol Hannah, who is so adorable and talented, and I loooooooove Etsy.

I can’t afford her clothes and I have nowhere to wear most of them, but that doesn’t make me any less happy at the discovery. Squee!

If I had $3400 to spend on a wedding dress, I’d get this one in ivory. So lovely.

I am so happy inside right now. Can’t help but grin.

I was in the middle of writing a post about some of the icky ethical dilemmas posed in my Professional Responsibility class, but now I’m home, and my book’s in the car, so I think I’ll finish that one later.

Instead, I’ll (again) share something I dreamed last night. Dull, I know, but hey, no one’s forcing you to read it.

I was walking through a super fancy store in a mall when I spotted a designer “dress” on a display stand. I put “dress” in quotation marks because it was really a big circle of wood with a clock face painted on it, held up by a chain of paperclips. The back had a smaller wooden circle just big enough to cover my butt.

I tried it on naked (shocking a few small children in the process) and fell in love with it. It cost a thousand dollars, but I knew I had to have it. What a fashion-forward figure I’d cut, walking around town in my fancy clock-dress! I figured I might as well wear something under it, so I picked out a little blue dress* to go with it.

The sales lady tried to convince me that I’d also picked out a pair of purple sequined flip-flops for $9000, but I knew that couldn’t be true because I was boycotting everything sparkly, and anyway, could we please hurry this up? The waiting around was aggravating my dad’s cancer.

The End.

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* Even now that I’m awake, I still love this imaginary blue dress. If I can find fabric like I dreamed of, I’m totally going to make it.

When I asked it how to sew godets*, Google pointed me to this article on skirt fitting from 1942, which contains the following charming paragraph.

These proportions would vary in patterns used for larger size garments. Manufacturers of specially sized “stouts” use special slopers which provide for abnormal deposits of flesh and imperfect posture. It is interesting to know that most irregular size, stout women would not have abnormal flesh distribution if good posture had been maintained!

Ha! Imagine if today’s “plus size” section were named “irregular size, stout women with abnormal flesh distribution.”

I wonder whether “abnormal deposits of flesh” was actually considered a euphemism in 1942 (like “love handles” is today) or whether our grandparents just enjoyed frank discussions of body types.

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* to which I was introduced by this video

Did California seriously just vote yes on Prop. 8? Seriously? I thought you were better than that, Cali.

Yesterday at lunch I learned how to dress for the gauntlet of interviews I’ll run in January. Women MUST wear skirt suits—apparently that’s rule in appellate court or something, so it’s the rule in interviews. All the women’s suits in the mini fashion show were black, but I didn’t think until later to ask if they absolutely had to be. I don’t think black (or white) suits my coloring much, but maybe that’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make.

Shirts have to be white, or at least a conservative solid color. We must wear skin-toned pantyhose and closed-toed shoes. No slingbacks. No flashy jewelry or makeup. Hair neatly pulled back. Clear nail polish.

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