what to wear, my lovely

Leslie ripped a Dolce and Gabbana ad out of Vogue and sent it to her sister and a week later a totally awesome dress showed up in the mail. So maybe having siblings has its perks.

Les says to me, So my sister made me this dress and I think you should wear it to your party.

And this would be the appropriate time to point out that Leslie is a five foot two dancer/pilates instructor. Me, I'm a five foot nine excellent dancer and pilates class taker.

She insisted I should try it on. And sure enough, it rocks.

Yes, very ooh la, la and makes me think of that first song on the Darjeeling Limited soundtrack (which is in constant rotation) by Peter Sarstedt:

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I do...

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do...

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
(Won't you) Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

You're in-between twenty an thirty -
A very desirable age
Your body's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering state

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head

etc.

The dress has a brown bikini-like top that ties at the neck and dips low in the back with a long, flowing skirt. Brown and orange paisley.  I think it must be about eight inches too long for her.

Breasts are an issue too, but I'm not sure how to diplomatically write about that.

She's letting me keep it for a bit. I'm wearing it to dinner tonight. Before she cuts the bottom off of it and buys a good strapless bra.

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