Bereft From Brocade
Hands down one of the best things about temperatures dropping: brocade.
A few short years ago I would have laughed like hell if you told me I’d say that. Now Fall hits and just about all I can think of is brocade.
I walked into Mood Fabrics for something, I really don’t remember what, but I do clearly recall I had a list, a gameplan, and all carefully laid out thoughts left my head at a full tilt boogie when I saw this Zac Posen Floral Silk Brocade.
SILK Brocade. Gaaaaaaaaaah. I can haz SILK Brocade?! I squeezed the pathetic list in my hand, the paper crumpling…then more silk in the form of this hammered metallic Pinkness whispered to me from a low shelf, and my allowance was gone.
I have since lost the list. I am 100% okay with that.
That said, I’m only 50% happy with this ensemble. The top, she does not fit well. (Cynthia Rowley 1873). I knew those bust and waist darts were too angular (especially considering the weight of the fabric), I knew I should have taken a little more care around the neck curve… but I didn’t.
BUT THE SKIRT!!! I LOVE THE SKIRT!!! I WANT TO MARRY IT AND HAVE WELL QUAFFED ZAC POSEN SILK BABIES!!
SHE HAS SELF-SET ANORAK SNAPS IN THE PERFECT MATCHING SHADE FOR THE LACKLUSTER TOP!!
Sigh. That top. It’s like a tragic romance. I’m sad about it in the most wistful way. You can barely see the seven anorak snaps up the back, they match so well, but you can surely see the pulling occurring. Gonna have to do some surgery there. I’m okay with that too. It means I get to revisit that relationship.
After all, I do think they deserve to be together.