The Pony Dress
Added 2020-04-12 18:00:03 +0000 UTC1 February 2020
Berlin
At the horrible moment I did it–cramming things frantically into the big suitcase, probably crying and in an utter state of panic, mere hours before getting on the plane–stuffing the rather ridiculously girly, handmade, black-and-white-stripe, lacy, beribboned, 1920s-inspired dress seemed like an act of utter folly.
However, I just made quite the smash at a Weimar-Era party (Germans take themed-party outfits very seriously—there was basically a dress code) at which I met some super important contacts who I’ve been chatting with online. But now: “Oh, that’s Ernestine!!!”
Anticipating the need to be unforgettable in a 1920s outfit is never folly.
(Notably, however, I was not best-in-show; no, that cake was taken by a very tall blonde whose shirt “didn’t dry in time,” so she just wore trousers and suspenders. Her boobs and laconic shaded eyes won the evening. I love sex workers; I love Germans; I <3 Berlin.)
Fondly,
Ernestine
