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Savor your caffeinated beverage of choice and gaze upon the lovely that is Hollywood 1820:
The sheer overlay! The flowing sleeves! The tiny tucks at the hips (which look great here, though they might cause problems for me in real life)! And, most of all, those tiny bows along the neckline! Gasp, gasp!
Extra points for the pretty basket-shaped purse...even though I mistook it for a taco at first.
Remember McCall's 3435 and The Dreaded One-Note Bird?
Well, it now has a rival in the "Inexplicable Illustration Detail I Just Can't Get Past" Department. Behold Butterick 5246:
Is that a light switch on the wall? If so, what made the illustrator go "I know just what this drawing needs to sell this dress -- a light switch!" Yes, because I always plan my outfits around the momentous occasion of turning on the lights.
But...is the switch in the shape of of a triangle?! Why? Is Green in her smock dress actually flipping The Switch That Will Destroy The World? Is Stripes hiding the key to unlock the missile codes in her little red purselet? If so, they seem pretty casual about the whole thing. They're not super-villains or heroines -- just two laidback gals in smock dresses who stumbled into the war room one afternoon.
I have to say, if this is the depiction of The End of The World, I could use a bit more drama.
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The thumping disco beat reverberated throughout the club, commanding her to move. And when the music spoke, she had to obey.
She twirled. Whirled. Boogied down. Now believing the music's promise: soon it would be raining men.
All eyes were on her. She could feel it. She gloried in it. Knowing that they marveled at her movement.
Sadly, she was wrong. They were taking bets as to how soon she would swallow her purse.
Vogue 2313, 1979
