By the look on her face, Pudding has misgivings about this dress. Her older sister Cupcake had been unusually insistent on the purchase and now as she gazed at her reflection in the glass, she began to question her sister’s motives as well as her taste in fashion! Was it not only a fortnight ago had that Cupcake returned from a certain outing with a frivolous, older cousin, wearing a towering chapeau on which sat a brilliantly feathered taxidermy parrot reposing in a nest of woven swamp grass?! The aforementioned cousin, having deposited her sister [and the hat] onto the front porch, quickly fled the as fast as her couture skirts would allow at the sight of Mama’s face. The entire family and not a few neighbors, knew from the stream of high pitched staccato and sudden reversal into her native tongue that certain domestic errors had occurred and were about to be corrected. Within the hour, Cupcake was standing ashen faced at the millinery while Mama brought all of her righteous maternal displeasure to bear [which was significant] upon the astonished clerk for allowing a mere child to purchase such a vulgar and frothy item as “this hat! Judging from the severity of Cupcake’s pout that had gone unabated since the event and her eagerness to procure the shockingly PINK ensemble for her little sister’s wardrobe, it was beginning to steal over Pudding’s innocent mind that perhaps her sister wanted someone with which to share their beloved mother’s withering displeasure, not to mention her own wounded pride. Circumstances were about to take an interesting turn however. As poor Pudding mused on these disturbing thoughts, the key turned in the front door. Mama was returning early from her errands! Too late to run, Pudding froze to the floor - her face as distinctly white as her dress was distinctly pink! Her eyes as big as saucers, Pudding caught her mother’s eye as she bustled past the parlor door with several packages in her hands. Mother stopped so short that the velocity of the bundles moving forward almost cast her prostrate on to the hall carpet. “MY DARLING!” She cried. “WHERE EVER DID YOU FIND SUCH A FABULOUS FROCK!!?? Mama was completely charmed. At her side in an instant, she began prinking, primping, adjusting and all the things mothers do when their little girls are attired so sweetly. In the midst of all her mother’s excited attentions, Pudding looked up and spied her sister peeking at the scene from behind the closet door. Now Pudding had always held her older sister in worshipful awe and the unsettling revelation of her all too human side had everything to do with what she did next. Pudding looked straight toward the closet, held Cupcake’s gaze and promptly stuck out her tongue. /////////
This is a very rare color to find. You just never see it in authentically antique fabric. The dress has been in my collection for several years as it needed some attention and locating any trim for it's repairs was difficult indeed. But all is finished. Made from fine wool challis, this lovely ensemble dates from the 1910's and merely needed some lace and ribbon to bring it back to it's original glory. And the same is true for the hat. Other than the fact that I needed to wear sunglasses the entire time I was working on this dress, it all went off without incident. Measurements are as follows - 16" from neck to hem - 5 1/2" across the waist - 4 1/2" across the shoulders - 5 3/4" across under the arms. There are no closures. The neck opening does not quite reach around Pudding's throat, but this is a small inconvenience to have the pleasure of wearing this amazing outfit!