Triticum Turgidum

Lying Dormant and Waiting to Bloom Since 2005

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Location: The Prairie, Illinois, United States

I am a beauty-loving ambidextrous higher-order primate who learned transcendental meditation at 7, statistical analysis at 23, tap dancing at 30, and piano at 35. I tolerate gluten, lactose, and differences of opinion, but not abuse. Or beets.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Little Confection

My mom sent this silk bubble thingy after she took a trip to Neiman Marcus in Dallas, where she had once modeled back when department stores had their own models. I don't even want to know what it cost. I assure you it's the only thing from Needless Markup my daughter will own while she's still growing, if only because those NM bastards won't take Visa or Mastercard.

I actually love this little number and will probably frame it as a keepsake, but I'm struck by how much it looks like a wedding dress. Indeed, most special-occasion little girl dresses mimic wedding dresses. My first communion dress and the dresses worn by my peers were all little white knee-length confections, gloves optional, veil not optional.

The ideology behind the western female-in-white convention intrigues me. Is it supposed to signal purity? Virginity? Innocence? Surrender? Does a baby really need to prove she possesses these attributes?

I've read that white is the color of mourning in China. So here's the real question: is my baby dressed for an American wedding or a Chinese funeral?


Blogger PFG said...

I'd go with purity/virginity. Which is why I wore an off white dress when I got hitched. I didn't want anyone sneering about whether or not I had a legitimate claim to pure white. My dress was white silk/lace that the dressmaker dyed with coffee - to match my teeth I suppose. ;p

7:14 PM, May 13, 2006  
Blogger DryWellToHell said...

Where did my comment go? :(

12:52 PM, July 29, 2006  

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