I have a severe case of Courtly Fashion Love for seersucker. I can’t remember ever owning anything made of it, and most times I see it in person it’s incorporated into something depressingly ugly. And yet I can’t let it go: an airy, feminine seersucker skirt would be just too perfect an intersection of material, connotation, and image to pass up.
I mention this because I was sorting out the rat’s nest that is my bookmarks folder just now (shut up) and came across the link Boutique Ooh-La-La, a.k.a. the Boutique of Perfect Skirts that are just a little too expensive and a little too small for me, my butt, and my bank account.
And, O! Like a sunrise bursting across my screen! A glimpse — a glimpse of the glories I had begun to think were only true in my mind! A glimpse — to reward my faith and sustain it! (&c)
I mean to say, can you imagine anything more perfect?! Just look — look, I say — at a wee detail shot:
I mean, really!! How can you expect me to just go trudging off back to reading awfully written textbooks with suspect grammar or at the least a very poor prose style having gazed upon this masterpiece of human production?
But- but- but–!
Oh, all right. Once again I will pacify myself with the cold comfort that, when I have made my fortune in the lucrative field of archives (and, naturally, have dropped my pudge through intensive filing), I will return.
In the meantime, I’ll just make sure the bookmark is safely tucked away in its proper folder.