Olive drab dress

[pimpinett]

This is what I ended up wearing - the olive drab uniform dress with matching cap and nurse pin, black leather heeled oxford shoes, vintage black leather purse with pewter details, bakelite earrings, the Huguenin pin and nude fishnets. Was planning on nude seam-backed stockings, but I couldn't find the unused vintage pair I should have lying around somewhere - oh, well.

The dress is (very) vaguely inspired by some of the DDR uniforms - vaguely meaning that I nicked the combination of dark green piping on a cool, greyish olive drab background and fairly plain silver-coloured buttons. Obviously, the cut has nothing to do with any authentic uniform I've ever seen.
It's knee-length and has piped princess seams in the back, one of those decorative horizontal straps that button at the waist with two buttons - piped, can't think of an English word for it except the very non-descriptive strap at the moment - and a kick pleat at center back that is also piped and also buttons with a little strap right under the behind.



Also put my hair up in a roll on the left side, in addition to the usual boring big bun. I really like wearing my hair like that, but rarely take the time - I'm not great with hair in general and rolls are difficult. This one was not entirely successful, but it was the umpteenth attempt and I was getting sick of it, so it had to do.




Better view of the dress. If I look tired and dishevelled in the photos, it's because I was. A took them when we got home in the wee hours of the morning, hence the wrinkled dress, unravelling hair and bleary eyes - caffeine and sugar keep me awake, but they don't make me not tired.

I am glad I didn't wear any combination including a corset, that was what everybody was wearing, more or less. The music was great, and there were lots of people in interesting outfits, but in all honesty I was too tired to enjoy it. I would have loved these parties ten years ago, which makes me feel old and brings out my catty side - I don't want to be mean, though, so I'm keeping that bit to myself.
Suffice to say that I don't miss being twenty, but I can see my own silly, twenty-year-old self in so many of those people and I'm sad that there were no clubs like this one in Stockholm then.

At least it was definitely the right place to wear the keyhole neckline that I'm slightly uncomfortable with - I felt overdressed and a little exposed the last time I wore this dress, to a very different kind of club, and while I'm on the subject of being old, that's completely an age thing too; I wouldn't have thought  twice about it ten years ago. Anyway, no issues along those lines with it this time, which is also something I must give this club credit for; I never, ever feel overdressed there, which happens on occasion in the local industrial clubs. Many people don't dress up in the local scene, and those of us who do may be perceived as less serious about the music than the guys in band tees and black combat pants.