Hello, My Name is Dior

Hello, my name is Dior.

As in THE Dior.

Not really, but sometimes I like to pretend that I am the master designer who defined a whole generation of clothing.

And sometimes I make something that I like to think Monsieur Dior would be impressed by. Not that I’ll ever be half as talented as him, but a girl can always dream.

This is one such coat.

I pretend Dior would approve of the full skirt and nipped in waist.

And I convince myself he would love the divine fabric and simple collar.

Instead of buttons I used over-sized snaps and added a flower detail. I did this mostly because I couldn’t find any buttons I liked and a self covered button was too plain.

But the thing I love most about this jacket—besides the full swingy skirt—is the inside.

I lined the bodice with silk so it slides on well and fells like a freshly washed baby bottom next to the skin. Not that I even know what a baby bottom feels like but I’m told it’s soft. And come to think of it, I can’t imagine why you would want a baby bottom next to your skin, but that’s how the analogy goes. In the future I’m making up my own analogies and leaving the clichés for others . But I degrees.

 

I lined the skirt with bold floral print. I wanted something that would have a little kick as it peaked out of the swingy skirt and I think this fabric does the trick.

I put a row of 3” wide horse hair braid in the hem which helps give the skirt more volume and movement. And let me tell ya, it’s got lots of movement—it’s a serious twirler. I feel like I’m three again when I put this thing on cause I have to twirl until I fall over dizzy.

Which reminds me; you know that Beatles song Dizzy Miss Lizzy? Well I use to think that song was written about me cause as a toddler I would run in circles around my dad who would sing “you make me dizzy miss Lissie” (which happened to be one of my several nicknames). It wasn’t until much, much later I realized A. the song was abut Lizzy NOT Lissie, and B. the Beatles wrote the song long before I was born and it couldn’t possibly be about me. Boy, was I a bummed kid that day. But I digress yet again.

I’ll leave you with this, my favorite picture, so you can remember the coat and not my pathetic childhood stories.

Happy Dior Impersonating

~Melisa & Cordelia