I want to prance

Thanks to the Allen B. Schwartz web site, I now have the language to describe my dress. Ivory and silk, it has a cowl neck and shirred back. (Translation: it is droopy in the front and a la Hillary Swank at the Oscars on the rear.) I've stored the dress away in a garmet bag in the closet, resisting the urge to put it on and traipse around the house with a cigarette holder. I wonder if I should be fantasizing about a bouquet instead.