Ah yes. I’d forgotten about that story. Poor Frances. She’s forgotten to think of herself as a beautiful woman.
My wife? She’d tug on my arm and whisper, “She’s hot.”
I was referring to foot attire, sandals, yes. I don’t think the world is ready to know about my penchant for sesame street undies. 
“Nelly bought a new dress,
it was mighty thin.
She asked me how I liked it,
I answered with a grin,
Wait until the sun shines Nelly,
wait til the clouds go drifting by…”
Can’t recall the name of the song, but I think it’s over a hundred years old.
Thanks, Ogre, for killing any chance of my getting some work done this evening.
I, too, have a particular affection for sun dresses, and that which is (only slightly) concealed by them. One of my most treasured memories of college life was the romantic picnic by the duck pond that took an unexpected turn when my wonderfully curvy girlfriend began slowly and deliberately unbuttoning the front of her sun dress. As each successive fastening was undone, the absence of the strapless brassiere I had assumed her to be wearing underneath became more, ahem, pronounced. Mind you, we were both shy and inexperienced, and she had always proven very self-conscious about her body, particularly about her breasts. So watching her draw the front of her dress completely open, then lie back on the blanket and arch her back sinuously – oh sweet Jesus. Not to mention that we were in a public park at the time, and while the sun had set, there was still enough light to see – and BE seen by anyone who happened by. Fortunately, we were uninterrupted, and she grew sufficiently bold that I was able to slide the straps of her dress completely off of her shoulders and down her arms. While things never progressed below the waist that evening (we were quite content to take things very slowly), the memory of her lying topless in the moonlight, smiling that secret naughty smile, is one I pray will never fade.
Excuse me, I’ll be in my bunk.
I dated this girl, I was totally in love with her, she was gorgeous, smart, just the right curves, everything! She only ever wore jeans, shorts, t shirts that sort of thing though, which wasn’t a problem with me. I just loved being with her.
Then I turned into a typical male dipshit and got dumped, more than dumped, try erased. :eek:
A couple of years later there was this vision walking toward me in this perfectly fitting, pale light green sundress that was at mini-skirt length, gently silhouetted by the sun. I refocused my eyes and slowly raised my gaze to find my ex looking straight ahead with a “I just stepped in a dog turd” expression. With a crushed heart I too looked straight ahead and carried on, cursing at my utter, utter stupidity, regreting losing not only very sweet person, but now also an absolutely stunning woman. :smack:
I got home and reached for the bottle of JD and proceeded to beat myself about the head with it :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: (square bottles hurt more than round )
There’s all sorts of outfits that look good, but a sundress beats them all
Hmmm…sundress… consults wardrobe…oh dear, looks like I need to go shopping!
gulp
Damn, Ogre, just… damn. That was probably some of the most eloquent wordsmithing I’ve seen in a looong time.
Pardon me, I’m off to talk to Mrs. Spud about sundresses… wish me luck!
Before I met my Wife, she was a life guard at a summer camp on the beach. They also had horses at this camp.
My wife was on the equestrian team in college, she was quite good at horseback riding.
One of the duties was to patrol the beach on horseback. Now I’m not sure if she was on ‘patrol’ or just out for a quick ride, but we have pictures of my Wife in a sundress on a beautiful Appaloosa, bareback (salt water is bad on saddles), trotting up and down the beach.
One picture is particularly stunning. Standing at the edge of the surf, the horse has turned its head to stare at the camera, while my Wife seems to be scanning the ocean.
Gets me every time.
I don’t get all this praise for sundresses. I hate those things. Whenever I see an attractive woman wearing one, my only thought is that I wish she’d take the damn thing off.
While I watch.
I think sundresses are a secret plot to scramble men’s brainwaves. Especially when the sun is bright enough and the fabric is thin enough that you can see what she’s wearing under it… ahem.
adds ‘sundresses’ to mental list, alongside ‘new sandals’, ‘skimpy bathing suit’, and ‘fabulous tan’
wonders if his wife would get supremely p/o’d if he got her, along with her other Valentine’s Day gifts, a sundress in her size
It’s called Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nelly, and dates from 1905. The composer, Harry Von Tilzer, was the uncle of Judy Garland.
Here is a link to the Irwin Shaw story mentioned by Sonia Montdore.
Tans are overrated. I tend to think people look best with their natural skin tone, and they will certainly look better 40 years down the line if they haven’t been pursuing tans the whole time.
You all realize we’re going to be expecting pictures come summer. (Insert eager smiley here.)
Heh. No wonder I was getting so many stares yesterday when running an errand in my “normal” clothes at the local renaissance festival. I was wearing a russet colored sundress with a brown 3/4 length sleeve shrug to cover my shoulders, and I have never felt so watched before at renfaire.
:: sobs from the frozen north ::
Or as John Gorka put it:
“One combination still impresses
Women, wind and summer dresses”
A damned successful plot, too.
Spring feels way too far off, all of a sudden.
It’s a cold, dreary, rainy February, and once again, I find myself thinking of warm weather and perfectly-framed collarbones, so bump.
Siiiiiiiigh.