Anyhow , I was searching for my wedding dress, as one does at 10 o'clock at night. But to tell you the truth that kinda thing is therapeutic for my insomnia, so bear with me. Just to put it straight I'm not getting married, I just need to have this in place for my life plan. If someone suddenly says, would you like to get married, and I'll buy you any dress you want, I have to be prepared!
Of course I got drawn back into the Alexander McQueen runway archive and found all these little beauties
This dress is so delicately fine. Did Mcqueen get a hoard of tiny skilled spiders to create that web of gorgeous detail. Seriously, when did human hands get so good that they could create such utter beauty. The neckline is so beautifully undulating, nothing to bold, but softly complimenting the contours of the natural collar bone.
I can't stop staring at that detail, it's like a tattoo. Okay I think I may have just been tempted to get one like that, must resist.
Don't get me started on the skirt. I would dutifully allow that hem to wrap around me and create a wonderful chrysalis around me. I could be ready to wear pupa by spring time
oops and sorry model for cutting you in half. I wish I was a proper magician.
I have died and gone to a floral heaven. Oh I wish I could become moss and snuggle up in those shoulders. Or better yet become one of those precious flowers in its glorious gardenia colour scheme
bra? nah. my flowers have been carefully maneuvered to my needs!
scrap the bouquet, I'm wearing it on my head. Wait that may prove a little hard to throw into the crowd of adoring singles... way to precious.
Oh Vegas, I hurry towards your lurid lights