Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about them gothic gowns. You know, the kind them young folks wear these days, all dark and mysterious-like. I seen a picture once, looked like somethin’ outta a spooky movie, all black and flowy, like a crow flappin’ in the wind.
First time I saw one, I thought, “Lord have mercy, what in tarnation is that girl wearin’?” It was long, real long, draggin’ on the ground and all. Black as night, it was, with all sorts of fancy lacin’ and stuff. Reminded me a bit of them old-timey dresses the rich folks used to wear in them pictures, but darker, way darker. And them sleeves, big as a barn owl’s wings, flappin’ around everywhere.
Now, I ain’t one for fancy clothes myself. Give me a good, sturdy cotton dress any day. Somethin’ I can work in, somethin’ I can wash easy. But these gothic gowns, they ain’t practical at all. Can’t imagine tryin’ to feed the chickens or hoe the garden in one of them things. You’d be trippin’ over yourself left and right, and that fancy fabric would be snagged on everythin’.
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They got all sorts of different kinds, too.
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Some with big puffy sleeves, some with tight sleeves, some with no sleeves at all.
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And the collars! My goodness, the collars! Standin’ up high, like they tryin’ to hide your whole neck.
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And the skirts, some are plain and some have all sorts of layers and ruffles and such.
I heard tell they cost a pretty penny, too. Land sakes, I could buy a whole cow for the price of one of them dresses. Seems a waste to me, spendin’ all that money on somethin’ you can barely move in. But then again, I ain’t young anymore. Maybe if I was a young gal, I’d feel different. Maybe I’d want to twirl around in a big, black gown and feel all mysterious and fancy.
But I tell you what, these gowns ain’t just for young folks. I saw a picture online, this older woman, older than me even, wearin’ one. And she looked right proud, too. Standin’ there with her chin held high, like she was queen of somethin’. So, maybe it ain’t about age at all. Maybe it’s about feelin’ a certain way, feelin’ powerful, feelin’ different. Or maybe it’s just about dressin’ up and havin’ some fun. Who am I to judge? Lord knows I’ve done some silly things in my time.
I even heard some folks wearin’ these gothic gowns to special occasions. Like them Halloween parties, where everyone dresses up in costumes. Or to them fancy dress balls, where they dance all night and pretend to be somethin’ they ain’t. I reckon that’s alright, long as they havin’ fun. Life’s too short to be serious all the time.
And where do folks even get these gothic gowns? Well, I hear they got stores for them, special stores that sell all sorts of dark and unusual clothes. And they got websites, too, where you can order them online and have them delivered right to your door. Imagine that! Buyin’ a dress without even tryin’ it on. That’s just crazy to me, but I guess that’s how things are these days.
Some of these gowns got all sorts of extra stuff on ’em, too. Like them lacy things, they call ’em veils, that cover up your face. Or them gloves that go all the way up to your elbows. And them jewelry, all silver and black, with skulls and bats and such. It’s a whole look, you know? Not just the dress, but everything that goes with it. And I guess that’s part of the appeal for some folks. They want to stand out, they want to be different, they want to express themselves in a way that ain’t ordinary.
So, there you have it. That’s about all I know about gothic gowns. They ain’t for me, but I reckon they make some folks happy. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? Folks findin’ their own way to be happy, even if it means wearin’ a big, black dress that looks like it belongs in a haunted house. Makes the world a more interestin’ place, I reckon.
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