It’s the evening of day forever of this miserable cold I have, which means I spent it on the couch in front of the TV watching the Grammys. I’ve never watched them all the way through before, but luckily for me this year, Bruce Springsteen came out and looked real good. Between the familiar entertainers, the regular explanations of the not-so-familiar by Xon 1, and the fashion, I was enlightened musically and got to see some nice dresses.
Now the fashion was the dessert of the evening. Many lovely coloured cream puffs and swirls of lace. But was I the only one who couldn’t believe the silver snake going up Adele’s back when she turned from the mike? I quickly googled “Adele’s Dress Grammys”, and sure enough, the fashion critics were swooning over her gown. I’m thinking to myself, “Did you not see the back of it?”
What happened with this dress? Did the designer run out of invisible zippers? Couldn’t they at least have found a black zipper that wouldn’t glint from the stage lights like a jeep’s headlights shining on an army surplus sleeping bag?
In case you missed it, here’s the link to the slink (fast forward to the 1:15 mark):
Seemed to be a fashion faux pas to me, but perhaps my tin can of old invisible zippers are rare and worth money. Or maybe those 1940’s era zippers that our customer Julie was recently given are now “it”. (Hey Julie, call Armani and make a deal girl!)
I guess I should get off my soapbox, but this is the kind of thing that happens if you’ve ever sewn your own clothes. You actually think about how the clothes look, how they should be fitting, and how they could be better. Nowadays, anything goes. And if you are buying off the rack, expectations are MUCH lower. Heck, I know that I don’t care about the length of my pants or the cuff on my jacket like I used to, and am certainly not one to talk. But a professionally designed dress? I guess I’m not missing out on as much as I thought I was.
Obviously, I need to get back to work, where I’m usually too busy to notice or care about these things. Sniff, sniff, whine.
(Adele, I love your songs, you fully deserved every win, and you looked gorgeous, darling. And I’m not wanting to rain on your parade. But you might want to ask Lady Gaga for some black nail polish to paint on that zipper.)
Orange Lace and Black Underwear: For Goodness Sake, Fergie! Borrow Red Riding Hood’s cape from Nicki.