Jan 25, 2009 08:52
I want a cotton-white muslin shirt-dress (empire cut, curve-hugging, mid thigh-length) with a thin leather belt that shows of my waist. To be worn with simple bronze tear-drop earings and greek-style sandals. For summer picnics in Vienna.
I want a ruby-red plunging neckline halter dress (skin-tight, knee-length) that shows off my shoulders and my legs. To be worn with black onyx chandelier earrings, hair up, flashingly smoky eye make-up. For gloriously humid evenings, dancing the tango on the cobblestoned streets of Buenos Aires.
I want a charcole-gray pencil skirt (secretary-sexy, calf-length) with a tucked-in, loose-fitting, silk button-up top. To be worn with scarlet round-toed stilettos, an open silk-lined pea-coat, and hair blow-dried wild. For winter business meetings in the skyscrapers of Japan.
I want a bright powder-blue organza number (calf-length, strapless and bodiced) with a flouncy crinoline underskirt and a black velvet sash. to be worn with bee-stung pink lipstick and a black flower-corsage choker. For wild spring nights carousing the streets of Paris.
and i want a black-with-creme-polka dot dress (plunging v-neck, a-line) with creme tulle underneath and a cinched waist. to be worn with an off-white pearl necklace and hair curled and bouncy. For swell cocktail parties and those magically cozy dinner-and-a-movie nights, strolling the shimmering sidewalks of hollywood, arm-in-arm.
come now, is this too much to ask?