Oh, jb......you should have consulted with Shortcake first!!! Never, NEVER ask an audience that contains females about constantly changing fashion tastes! You will be SO bombarded, your amazing brain will explode - and WNP will have truly lost A Beautiful Mind. (And YES, you are right - let's try to keep this on topic, eh?...)
Thus, I will try to contain myself....
I am at the corner of Taraval and 19th Ave., waiting for the L Car to take me downtown, where I can connect with a bus (at the Ferry Building) to Emeryville, which will put me on a train to LA, where I will attend the Academy Awards. (I bring binoculars because I am WAAAAY in the back row of the seating area.)
I am wearing the dress I wore to a prom (in the 60s)
...and only the ladies will understand the rest of this...
Off-white, boat neck, full-skirt (with petticoats underneath to fill it out) with beautiful hand-painted flowers all over it. Accompanied by my Mom's fox-fur shrug-stole (which, nowadays, PETA would spray-paint - and good for them) and low heels because my date was not that much taller than me. :)
It was THE dress I will always remember, because it made me feel like a pretty young lady. Years later, I donated it to St. Vincent dePaul so maybe another young woman might feel the same way.
I still have that real fox fur stole....have NO idea what to do with it! So, I have turned into a Chicken and will let the Executor of my Pathetic Estate deal with it. [Insert evil laugh here.]