Last Night I Dreamt of Temperley…
Apologies to Daphne Du Maurier
Sometimes such dreams can be good. Like Kate, who posted here about dreaming that she was wearing my Guccissima slingbacks, I have had my dreams haunted by the image of me in a particularly beautiful — and usually, particularly expensive — item. (Right now it’s that bloody Roland Mouret galaxy dress, I suspect partly because it’s so ubiquitous, but mostly because I saw it in my size at Bergdorf’s a while ago and didn’t snatch it up! Like I said, haunted.) Recently, I dreamt about happening upon a fabulous Temperley sample sale. Often, the night before a big shopping trip, my REM sleep is filled with scenes of scoring lots and lots of goodies. On the one hand, it’s just a different kind of anxiety dream, but if you think about it, it’s really more of a positive-thinking/wish-fulfillment kind of thing (see fantasizing), and heck, my life is all the richer (and at the same time, when I later reenact them, poorer) for it.
And then there are the nightmares. Not long ago I dreamt that I was wearing a beautiful, brand-new cream-colored Chanel jacket when someone carelessly flicked her cigarette in my direction and somehow burned a big hole in my sleeve. (I confess this is actually one of my weird irrational fears that sometimes keep me from breaking in new purchases.) I may have woken up crying; I know I was definitely in a cold sweat. Then last week I dreamt that I was at the Lainey Keogh studio in Dublin and tried on sweater after sweater (under any other circumstances, this qualifies as a good dream) but left — gasp! — empty-handed. And what do you know? The next day I got an email from the studio saying that the coat I ordered back in September may be delayed. Oh God, please tell me I’m dreaming!
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November 16th, 2005 17:21
Oh, no. Your coat is delayed, and that humongous cold front is heading right for you!!!
November 17th, 2005 11:24
Now I am going to be haunted - those shoes are fabulous and would be perfect with the outfit I have on right now! I will be on a quest for mauve slingbacks!
November 18th, 2005 02:07
It’s so true — not having my coat post-haste is a matter of life or death. Not that this coat is lined… or has buttons to close it up… or could ever be taken out in inclement weather. However, having it in my greedy little hands will most certainly warm my heart!
November 19th, 2005 23:52
I ended up not buying the Guccissima slingbacks, because I wandered into Prada in Soho last night with a friend from out of town and found a pair of their black pumps (with that fabulous red lining) in my size sitting out on display. Who displays a 40?? I was amazed. Also, totally in love with the shoe display they just put out on the crazy skate-ramp thing in the center. The disembodied torsos are a little creepy, but the boots are gorgeous!
November 22nd, 2005 18:40
Wow! When I was a child living in Canada, a careless cigarette smoker really *did* burn a hole in the sleeve of my coat. We were in a crowded gymnasium at a high school band concert, when I began to smell something foul, and then heard a man yell, “Hey! That kid’s coat is on fire!” I began to look around frantically — “Where? Who? What kid?” when suddenly, my mom pounced on my sleeve with her body and put out the flames I didn’t even realize were there. Have you ever smelled a burning down-filled coat? Oy.
November 22nd, 2005 20:07
Oh my god!!! How traumatic! Now I’m really gonna be paranoid…
November 23rd, 2005 00:17
Well, the good news is that smoking is no longer allowed in most public places, at least not in Texas, and I doubt your sleeve will encounter a lit cigarette in a crowded gymnasium, anyway. Just be careful out there!