The violins, my friends, play for me, as the frozen tundra in which I make my home plays host to not one Saks, not one Nordstrom, yea even unto ye Barneys and the Targets, our deprivation knows no bounds.
At least we have the Bay.
The Hudson's Bay Company selection hasn't really changed with the times
So today we are going to indulge in some internet window shopping; indeed, this is the best thing about shopping online (other than the fact you don’t have to put your shoes on for it): that you can shop places you can’t actually go to. So today, we shop at Saks, not because you can’t go to there, but because until I get a new passport and a chauffeur, I can’t.
And what do I spy here?
It’s the Melissa Masse Textured Knit Dress, but that’s not all it is.
It’s also a pretty faithful copy of a dress designed by a very youthful Bruce Oldfield, back thirty years ago before Shy Di fell in love with Charles and had a (literal) fairytale marriage (seriously: jealousy, threats to the monarchy, uppity servants, this story had it all) and made little Bruce Oldfield from the orphanage world-famous. I happen to have a full-page photo of the dress he designed (he did it in tomato red), the pattern, and his remarks, which included the priceless, “A nineteen-year-old can wear it, of course, but it’s not a dress for a nineteen-year-old. It’s for someone who knows how to …
behave in it.”
Or misbehave, as the case may be.