It's definitely Phryne Fisher's clothes made from all those luxury fabrics that I wish were mine. I'd take the clothes and she could have the rest: the money and the parties, the sports car and the servants, her gun, her lovers and her dangerous career. I've no idea what to do with it but I'm thinking I may just dash out and buy a few yards of plum coloured silk velvet.
...a flowing, but restrained dark plum velvet sacque with matching hat and shoes. ...
a silver brocade dress fitted close to her slim body (I'll have one of those, too, please), a cap of the same material with wings at each side and on her small feet, silver kid boots with wings at the ankle. Over the dress she was draped in a flowing velvet coat with a yoke of brocade.
...draped in an ivory silk nightdress...
...the black skirt and the plum Russian top, the walking shoes, and a large coat...
...handmade black leather shoes...
...a perfectly simple, perfectly plain gown of draped black crepe, which had cost a corn princess's ransom. Her neat head was crowned with a fillet of twisted silver wire from which depended one black ostrich feather than curled down almost to her shoulder.
...a silk robe figured with dragons...
...a purple knitted dress and a black woollen jacket.
...a black suede cloche...
Phryne wears a sprinkle of 'Jicky'.
2 comments:
The Jicky article says it all. The dream is wonderful but reality smells of sh...t
Her plum-flavored clothes sound wonderful!
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