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clothing.femenine.and sexy in it's simplicity.

You know how I said I love clothes from the 50's? I wasn't kidding. Where can I find clothes like this? That won't break the bank? Wish I knew how to sew well enough to sew myself some clothes but quite frankly, what I would sew would look like I had sewn it. But look at these dresses...

What did I tell you. Classy. And these were their get the chores done dresses. Now here is what I want to know. How in the world did women keep figures like that? It seems completely insanely crazy that they had waists that size. That small. I would have to seriously starve myself and I still couldn't get down to that! I actually have a friend who dresses like this on a regular basis. She also has a figure that can pull it off. She also didn't carry and give birth to six children. So, I think I can cut myself some slack. I bet these women wore "suck in your gut" underclothing. I bet they even could have hinged on a Kierra Knightly in Pirates of the Carribean incident. I am going to tell myself that to feel better anyway. ;o)

This style has an inherent issue though and that is the heals thing. I think dresses like this beg for sassy heals. I can't wear heals due to my SI joint injury. So, can I pull off the 50's look with flats? Can I find vintage looking dresses like this for a decent price? I did find these dresses on Shabby Apple that are adorable but pricey for my budget. *Sigh* I did enter to win a dress from them though, so maybe the domestic experiment goddesses will be with me. Keeping my fingers crossed.

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