It's a pretty good argument for getting things tailored when you need to. Filthy Martini cost $12 in (probably?) 2002, it probably cost about $30 to get it tailored, and I've worn it about a billion times since then (one hundred million times a year), so the amortization on that works out to $0.000000042 per wear. Definitely worth it.
I knew Filthy Martini was a winner from the moment I saw the print:
The year have taken their toll, of course. See the two buttons next to my hands here?
There used to be two more buttons right above them. It was a nice little detail, but they fell off when I was carrying a big cardboard box one day.
The moral of the story is that buttons might seem like they would provide welcome leverage, but it's probably a bad idea. Just change into the dress that you have for moving boxes.
There's an extra button.
But just one. I should have saved the buttons from the cuffs! That just occurred to me now. Maybe once the other two fall off, I will just get a whole new set of buttons and sew them on.
Filthy Martini reminds me of the Dorothy Parker poem on the subject.
Two at the very most
After three, I'm under the table
This is a G-rated blog, people! No hosts here.
Another Dorothy Parker gem:
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
And this has been your culture for the day.
All photos by Claire Loeb!