ZOMG, I gone dun did it.

I got a dress.

Well, actually, I'm getting it on Sunday. But close enough, right?

I was getting a little worried...maybe this 1930s silk bias-cut dress without lace and pouff and all the trimmings was a fantasy that could never be met. Maybe I really was apple shaped, and should just give in and wear a floursack in true 1930s style...

Then I googled "Toronto, 1930s, bias cut, dresses" and up popped Lowon Pope. The name was actually familiar, and it turns out that it used to be about 45sec walk from our old shoebox apartment. So I loaded The Boy and my Mother into the car and off we went.

Now, I'm not superstitious, but way back in my final year of film school we shot the opening scene of my film outside an empty store front in Liberty Village. Lo and behold, Lowon Pope had moved, and was now operating out of the very store where my two fictional lovebirds (and serial killers) met for the first time. This was a good sign.

We walked in, and I knew this was going to be good. Lana (the owner) knows what she is doing. Wow, just...wow. The designs are varied and wonderful. Beautiful fabrics, cuts, and styles. But really, when I walked in to hear Edith Piaf playing, I knew I was in the right place.

30s, silk, bias-cut. Yay!

Purty.

The (fabulous) owner, Lana

We tried on a few things I selected, and she pulled some more, and we were getting close, when out of nowhere, she brought out a new design by them with a beaded cowl. "ew." I thought... "beading, blargh." At which point she explained that I was looking at it backwards, and that the beading was on the back. "Hmm....touché..." I thought to myself, and went to try it on.

Wowza.

That was the one. Buuuuuut, it was double my (admittedly low) budget. So I thanked her and went home hoping that I'd come across some bags of money in the desert (but that a scary Spanish guy wouldn't kill me). Sadly, I did not find mysterious money bags. But I did spend a week visiting my best friend & future maid of honour on the cruise ship where he works.

When I got back, my Mother called me out of the blue and announced that not only would we be getting the dress, they would be paying for the whole thing...when I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor I thanked them.

I guess never asking for money and living off canned tuna and ramen all through university paid off in the end! ^_^