Right now, I'm reading a book called the Dante Club. I picked it off our shelf in a hurry when leaving for our recent trip. It's a murder mystery but revolves around Dante's Divine Comedy. It is set in Boston just after the Civil War. Interesting.
Anyway, a passage I read the other day so struck me about the role of fashion in our lives and reminded me of all of you and the forum. I had to post:
Mrs. Lincoln held up her dress with a slight rustle as she took a queenly step into the foyer. Once inside, a low-hung mirror provided her and the other ladies a view of the nether regions of their dresses, in the event the garmet had repositioned itself inappropriately along the way to the reception; a husband was wholly useless for such a purpose. - The Dante Club, Matthew Pearl
Maybe it was the comment about husbands that struck me. My husband thinks I look fabulous in everything and would walk around in a holey shirt all day himself. So it's hard to get appropriately constructive feedback on things like PPL from him. Or maybe it's the recent conversations about how our headless pictures distort our bodies and how that relates to the low-hung mirror in the passage.
In any case, it made me smile and I hope it makes you smile, too.