So the Other Harf rings me up at work the other day to inform me that he's in the Salvation Army opshop and that he's found me the perfect dress for my party.
"It's just like what you used to wear twenty years ago! One of those tie-dyed velvet numbers! It's only $8, I'll bring it home!"
It is true; I had a purple dress almost exactly like this in 1990, made by the same lady ("Beth Read Fashions"). In fact, it was more elaborate, with a tiered lace overskirt and pintucks all down the bodice. Purchased in a shop in downtown Henderson, West Auckland.
I thought I was the old bizzo in that dress. And it wasn't the only tie-dyed, lacy, velvet item of clothing I owned. Not by a mile.
Bless the husband though; he grossly underestimated the sizing of his opshop find (it's a "S", and I'm definitely not, not even in 1990), so I couldn't even get it past my shoulders.
But I did have to take a photo of it, just for old times sake, before it got recycled back to the Sallies.
Just to remind me of what I used to be.
