Oh, how I love the occasion for fancy dress! I have spent a noticeable amount of the last three years making reasons to dress-up.
Some time back, I met this most delicious creature, on a handful of occasions. We were kindred, and we knew so in that first moment. Her name was Amy; she was a bespoke corset maker. She tight-laced practically every day.
She was stunning to behold.
She also held the notion that folks need to make the occasion to dress-up fancy. Sadly, she was found dead in her studio a year and a half back; such an awful thing. The photo above was from her memorial; of course, it was billed as a fancy dress occasion.
I do miss her terribly, even still. Journey on, Amy! You are loved.