Saturday, February 7, 2015
Night of the Green Velvet Dress
St. Valentine's Day Sweetheart Banquet, 1960
Mama made me many pretty dresses when I was a girl.
My favorite, because it made me feel beautiful wearing it, was a bottle green velvet dress for the Sweetheart Banquet at church when I was 17.
It was a fitted dress with long sleeves. Down the back were tiny buttons that Mama self-covered with the velvet.
Did you ever read The Enchanted April? In it the author wrote, "You didn't take your clothes to parties; they took you."
This was one party dress in my life that I didn't feel that way about. I wore that dress, it did not wear me. I owned that dress and had males from 14 to 49 tell me they loved it, including R.H.
I had my hair done in a French twist at Chester's and R.H. bought me gardenias for my corsage, my favorite.
We may all look glum there--it was a conservative church and there were as many chaperones as there were young people--but no two ways about it, I looked good that night. Of course, I still had poreless skin then and a 23" waist.
I forgot that I was shy and sparkled with wit the whole evening. R.H. looked at me with new eyes that night, I remember, and he had never looked more handsome, himself.
I'm telling you, there was magic in that green velvet dress.
Have you spotted us yet?