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13 November 2012

Stories to tell



From the Charleston Museum via evencleveland: 
Navy blue rayon dress, c. 1945, with the story of D-Day printed on the fabric. The bottom section around the skirt shows men in landing barges, wading through water and hitting the beach. The next row up are pictures of tanks, trucks and jeeps moving across roads. Next are soldiers being welcomed by French people in small towns, and finally there are people throwing bouquets and cheering. The bodice repeats the last row of the motif and around the shoulders and collar are waves. The dress opens down the front with a placket concealing nine navy blue buttons, a hook and eye at the waist and a snap at the neck. There are thread belt loops at the waist, but the belt is missing. Inside the neck is a label from “Bonwit Teller / Fifth Avenue / New York.”
For the full story behind the dress, click here. I agree with evencleveland...Amazing.
Posted by Rachel Johnston at 11:37 am
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What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.


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