Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Heeeaven, I'm in Heaven...

I was chatting with one of my coworkers today about dancing dates (Dave and I hit up the world's smallest salsa floor over the weekend), and she asked if Dave and I were going to take dancing lessons for the wedding. I won't stoop so low as to insult my future's husband's dancing skills (again. sorry puppy.), but I said that yeah, probably dance lessons would be fun, especially since our first dance might be to a 1940s romantic jazz song. I said something about wishing I could be Ginger Rogers, or at least having a dress like hers. Something about big romantic jazz which needs a low-cut, flowing dress...

The infamous feather dress from Top Hat
After the first scene they had to stop filming because
all the feathers were flying up Fred Astaire's nose

Note: wedding dress must have cape.

I love everything about this
from the Chiquita Banana shoulder ruffles
to the page boy collar
to the row of delicate front buttons
to the exploding bustle of hums
all the way on down to the sweet little rosette on the shoe

It's probably some kind of bad luck to post an image
from The Gay Divorcee on a wedding blog...

And because no post about the lovely Ginger
would be complete without a shot of her dancing:

Did you know she put lead weights in her skirts,
so they would fly up and twirl exactly right? Sigh

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