I was staying in a house, in the woods, that belonged to a family member. I had some friends over for a party, and the theme we set was a romantic Victorian tea party. I went into my closet to look for something that fit the occasion. I chose a lacey bell-sleeved blouse, that was the easy part. All the skirts I had in this temporary storage were too short to be historically accurate.
An off-white tutu with silk roses and dangling pearls. Petticoats, on pink, one creme. I ended up picking a puffy high-low skirt with many colors and little butterflies. After I tried on the outfit, a friend came in to check on me. "No,no. That skirt is all wrong," she said. My dream ended on us looking through all my skirts together.