Happy (early) Lord’s Day everyone!
To say that I am ecstatic to share this vintage costume with you all is an understatement. I LOVE THIS DRESS!!! And after having it hang in your closet blanketed in-between the rest of your “Church-going” attire, one forgets that it has never been seen by the faces on the other side of the internet world. So, ladies and gentlemen, here it is to be viewed today – I give you my beloved, Jessica McClintock Gunne Sax!
Late in the evening on Saturday night, I rested my elbows on my closet dresser as my eyes roved mercilessly over my Sunday Bests. What to wear? Then I spotted the white, blue, and orange pinstripe plaid sleeve of my dear old Gunne Sax. Oh of course!
The glorious satisfaction of buttoning up the front of this costume must be very much like the feeling cowgirls get as they pull on their favorite blue jeans – they slide right up, and fit in all the right places. Oh yah, this old vintage is my favorite pair of blue jeans. Most definitely.
The tale behind the whereabouts of this dress is a simple one, but a thousand words could be said about its many adventures I will never know about.
It was a cold winter Sunday morning when our family was about to retire from the beautiful scene of fellowship amongst the dear saints, when the mother of an acquaintance of mine approached me with a Kroger sack full of some dark-blue material. “Jessica, this used to fit me at one point, and has even had the opportunity to be passed around from each of my nieces. The fact is, nobody fits it any more, and judging by your figure, it looks to be about your size.” She added as an after thought, “Oh yes! And it’s a Gunne Sax dress! If you have never heard of them, you can be sure that your Mom and I grew up wearing them in our teens!” And before I knew how precious of a garment I was holding in my arms, we were traveling back over the country roads, bound for home.
That day Mom had to remain home for some illness or something of that sort, so when we returned and I excitedly proclaimed the whole story of my new possession, here eyes got as big as silver dollars, and she told me with an envious grin, “I always wanted my very own Gunne Sax, but your Grammy was too stubborn and sewed me one instead. You are so lucky! Ha! Now I get to see you girls wear something I only dreamed of having!” I felt quite honored after that, and even a little guilty. After all, any daughter would be if her mom spent her teen years wishing for something that you now held in your hands.
After exclamations and a few more old tales, I ran upstairs and pulled the dress on. Just like a pair of old well fitting jeans. Just like a charm. Just like an old vintage piece ought to be; loved, worn, and full of memories.
One thing I must point out before I say any more, because this dress has had its better days, I have to push a safety pin in-between the the two middle buttons below and above the waste line. Why Ms. McClintock never put the button right on the waistline I shall never know, but it would have been a very smart idea. Who likes a puckered button front? (No. It’s not because the dress is too tight on me. Its because somebody who wore it before me wore it when it fit a bit too tight.) And another thing – the top button hole on the dress was well used before it came to me, so it likes to fly open when I’m not looking. I was spinning myself silly while we took these shots, and during the time we were out there, the button came undone! Whoopsy-daisy! (I am going to have to tell that little hole to behave or else I’ll have to find a bigger button!) Did I mention it was vintage? 😉
The sweet tan cowgirl boots you see here were not meant for the life of an Ohio-girl-turned-Eskimo! I slipped quite a few times while I tried to make a few pretty spins! They have no grip whatsoever. Oh my it was funny! Charlotte must have enjoyed the comedy act behind her lens! But there really is nothing so wonderful as a darling pair of real leather, brass-toed cowgirl boots, even if they are meant for the smooth hard wood of a dance floor. 😉