My mother gave me a Girbaud dress that she no longer wanted, and immediately I wondered when would I ever wear it? My mother is an art critic in Tribeca, I am a rural professor. But I made a vow not to give the dress away until I had worn it at least once.
To my rescue came a very old friend from high school who invited me to join her at the New Year's Party at the Harvard Club in New York City. At last I had an occasion at which to wear this long and dramatic piece of clothing.
I tried it on in the guest quarters at my parents the evening my mother had given it to me. She had also mixed us a martini, which put me in such a giddy mood, I asked her for another. When I was finally alone again in my room, late that night, I decided to try on the dress. The photo is not the best quality, but it gives a pretty good idea of what it looks like, and perhaps also, what I look like after two martinis.
I have tried it on again at home, and, with the aide of my fashion savvy husband, have stitched the bottom up a bit so that it's not quite so long. I went to TJ Maxx to pick up a little bit of bling. Looking at photos of runway models in Girbaud was helpful for accessorizing. And it was fun to scroll through these pretty wild but gorgeous outfits.
This Cinderella also gets to go to the ball.
