All My Dresses, All At Once

Hello, darlings! Here comes the much-awaited very last Dressopotamia post, as I have other things to take care of in 2013 (ahem, driver's license). For the lazy and/or curious among us, here's a slideshow of Dressopotamia to wrap up the blog (and 2012) with a neat little bow. The pictures are in more or less random order, or rather they are in a very particular order that is known only to me.

Real Deal Holyfield

After much dithering, dilly-dallying, dawdling and delay, I bit the bullet and bought what may or may not be a Pucci.

I mean, theoretically Real Deal Holyfield could actually be the real deal, Holyfield.

Up

I so rarely get to use the word "antepenultimate"—usually by the time I remember that it exists, I am already on the penultimate thing I was going to describe as antepenultimate if I had thought of it sooner.

This is my antepenultimate post!

Autumn Tendrils

It is still technically autumn, right? Even though I am looking at a Christmas tree with a homemade Al Swearengen angel topper, and the colors in Autumn Tendrils are no longer found in nature?

Painted Tortoise

Hurricanes, am I right?

What a snarling, stinking, sloppy mess Sandy was. We were hardly even affected—the power was out for two and a half days, and once my office reopened, getting into work was an expensive challenge—but count me as officially over it.

Mirror Ball

Dressopotamia is a bit like Zeno's Paradox for me, in that the closer I get to the end, the harder it is for me to finish.

But finish I will, as my closet is finite. (I once read an article comparing Sex & the City to a superhero franchise: instead of a cyborg whose punches have the power of kicks—

Fire Sign

Oh, autumn.

I deny thee.

Blue Pill

One thing that I love about Seventies fashion in particular is the affection for... let's call it maximalism.

In general, I think Americans take a maximalist view of life: if a little is good, a lot must be better.

Chinoiserie

The very thing that first appealed to me about Chinoiserie is what now gives me pause.

Namely, the chinoiserie aspect.

Pulitzer Prize

Dress two from my most recent best shopping day ever: Pulitzer Prize.

I mean, obviously it's a prize.

Color Bloc

Color Bloc is an oldie but a goodie. It's an oldie for me, I mean, as I got it in 2000, which means that it's 30+ years younger than Sky Flower, which joined my collection in August.

Sky Flower

Great shopping days don't just come out of nowhere.

A myriad of circumstances, both internal and external, have to fall into place for you to take home a really impressive haul.

Futureworld

Futureworld was actually my first dress to get a name, before they all got in on the action.

Embarrassed Zebra

I posted earlier—much earlier—about the importance of finding the right shoes. Much as I hate to admit it (because my tootsies much prefer ratty sneakers), adorable, albeit uncomfortable, shoes can make all the difference to an ensemble. (In other words: if you are wearing the perfect outfit, you've got on the right shoes. I usually prove this logic in converse, and sometimes in Converses.)

But another item of clothing can also play a crucial role in the way an outfit comes—or doesn't come—together.

All Business

It's pilot season, which means that I am sampling all the new shows, nibbling at each one to see if it is a delectable treat or day-old cream puffs.

Puccini

My dream is to one day own a Pucci dress, and if I do get one, I will of course let you guys know all about it. In the meantime, I have Puccini.

LSDelicious

Here is the weird thing about starting a blog: it is very hard to tell in advance what kinds of pages will get the most hits.

Forest Garden

As the weather gets chilly, I not with sadness the shortening daylight hours and the dwindling number of days I can wear dresses before losing my knees to frostbite. The flimsy, the mini and the sleeveless all begin to work their way to the back of the closet, after having finally gotten their due on Dressopotamia.

(Dressopotamia, by the way, is asynchronous; the pictures might be a day old, or a few months. I don't want to mislead you when I feature sundresses in late September, which I will.)

Shell Game

I just read an article in The New Yorker about a fancy restaurant where dessert is somehow intertwined with a three-card monte. I'm still not sure exactly how it works — the server flips over a card that has your dessert ingredient of choice? — and I am in no danger of ever finding out, given the frequency (hint: not high) with which I take advantage of New York's fine restaurants.

Twin Set

Today's post is a rarity — a double decker.