I'm busy editing my comic novel A Visit From Voltaire for e-book release which is really exciting for me, but a lot of work on a short deadline. So this will be short and sweet. Once again Burda has been watching too many reruns of The Sound of Music. Somewhere, no doubt, there is a Julie Andrews fan club with members who need fresh costumes to replace their old ones, so they can sew this:
But I want to reassure the rest of the world that I live in Switzerland and nobody, and I mean even on national day, August 1, nobody is wearing an outfit like this. My musician son, who spent six months in Vienna to learn German and upgrade his violin playing, reports that nobody was wearing an outfit like this, and we just have to conclude that Burda loves women attending beer festivals in Bavaria so much, they devote one section a year to those hardy gals.
But seriously? This is supposed to be a magazine devoted to the latest in style, not the oldest. Please Burda, spare us the hokey gemütlich kitsch.
Meanwhile, in an issue that looks somber and even downbeat, I found one dress, definitely a "young" look for slim sewists, I like from the preview:
And this one, which is just right, I think, for Cruella DeVille's daughter by The Count. I mean, that neckline is scary and so is her pose. What would you think if you entered a room and saw that girl twisting hungrily your way? I'd run...!