...and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach....and white cotton....
Anyway, enough with the quoting of song lyrics. Have I mentioned that I love white dresses? No, it's not wedding dresses in particular that I'm fond of (although they are awesome in their own right, and I love Vera Wang).
It's just the thought of clean white dresses in general.
At my high school graduation all the girls wore white dresses, and although I was admittedly a little bummed about not getting to wear a cap and gown, everything turned out beautifully. (i'll just wait till i graduate from uni for that, which will be plenty since i'm pretty sure the cap would look horrible on me). i ended up making my dress:
oh summer dresses. they are so pretty.
and then we have white dresses in the more historical/literary/romantic/whatever-else-that-is-not-directly-related-to-contemporary-fashion-tastes context.
In The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald described a scene in which "the only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house...Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor."