12 August 2011
it'd be nice to wear a cocktail dress
Whatever happened to the cocktail dress?
I wondered this last night as I stood, cocktail in hand, in jeans and a sleeveless top from Ann Taylor. Classy but not classic.
I know the cocktail dress still exists and there must still be cocktail parties, but I don't seem to get invited to them, possibly because I don't live in Mad Men or The Dick van Dyke Show.
But last night I was drinking a Sidecar, a drink that was ostensibly invented at the Ritz in Paris during the 1920s.
The Jazz Age.
The age of F. Scott Fitzgerald and lines like "Her voice was full of money."
The time before the crash and the Great Depression when everyone was dancing so hard to forget that the war had been so bad.
And here I was at a party where a drink from that era was being served, and I didn't have a cocktail dress on.
'It'd be nice to wear a cocktail dress,' I said to myself, thinking about how cocktail dresses hit at just the right length to show off the calf and how the heels you have to wear with the dress also work to show off your calves.
I am not in a show off mood; there is just something to the particular form of pretty you feel in a dress with a full skirt that makes you think that maybe you could be drinking a Sidecar with Fitzgerald at the Ritz.
He may not tell you anything about your voice being full of money, but you'd feel pretty, I just know it.
Posted by Kamiah Walker