The story of the shift dress -- This weekend I went to a 60s themed murder mystery dinner party (hence the 'cigarettes' -- cardboard and glitter, don't worry) to which I had planned to wear a dress I'd left at my mother's house. Since then, my old bedroom has become something of a storage room, and the dress, despite my frantic and harried search, could not be found. So- the search began for something - anything - that could be made reasonably 60s, reasonably glamorous and really really fast. Finally, I landed upon a truly horrible shift dress I'd made my sophomore year of high school (shapeless, ankle length and originally worn with a a lace overcoat thing) Anyhow, fast forward to yesterday, and I realized that if I cut off about two feet, it would be more or less appropriate. Following a hasty hem, the addition of some crazy 60s jewelry, something of a half beehive and knee high boots (that didn't make it into the pictures), I was ready to go.
.....and in case you were curious, I didn't do it!