Quotes / Costume Porn

The suit was of two peculiar shades of blue, so arranged that patches of light and dark distracted the eye. The upper skirt was tied so tightly back that it was impossible to take a long step, and the under one was so loaded with plaited frills that it "wobbled" - no other word will express it - ungracefully, both fore and aft. A bunch of folds was gathered up just below the waist behind, and a great bow rode a-top. A small jacket of the same material was adorned with a high ruff at the back, and laid well open over the breast, to display some lace and a locket. Heavy fringes, bows, puffs, ruffles, and revers finished off the dress, making one's head ache to think of the amount of work wasted, for not a single graceful line struck the eye, and the beauty of the material was quite lost in the profusion of ornament.

A high velvet hat, audaciously turned up in front, with a bunch of pink roses and a sweeping plume, was cocked over one ear, and, with her curls braided into a club at the back of her neck, Rose's head looked more like that of a dashing young cavalier than a modest little girl's. High-heeled boots tilted her well forward, a tiny muff pinioned her arms, and a spotted veil, tied so closely over her face that her eyelashes were rumpled by it, gave the last touch of absurdity to her appearance.

"Now she looks like other girls, and as I like to see her," Mrs. Clara was saying, with an air of great satisfaction.
Eight Cousins, Louisa May Alcott

Nynaeve: I'm wearing a green silk dress with slashes of white with snowy white lace in a floral pattern. It has the faces of cherubs sewn into the sides, and the picture of deer running gracefully through a wooded stream in the skirt. It shows generous cleavage.
Elayne: I'm wearing a dark blue silk dress with a pattern of black lace. It has actual thread-of-gold woven into the bodice, telling the story of my childhood, including the part when I skinned my knee trying to climb a leatherleaf tree in Master Hanson's orchard. It shows generous cleavage.
The Wheel of Time Mock Summary by Isam

That night I looked in the closet for something to wear. Finally, I pulled out a deep purple dress that came to my knees, with golden lace patterning the edges of the skirt and the long sleeves, and the small round neckline. Borrowed violet heels from Joan. Amethyst earrings.
I walked with my friends to the ceremony.
Brooke was wearing a light blue green dress, like sea foam. It was layers of sheer silk, six, I counted, to my knees, and the silk on the bodice clung to her curves. Her black hair was twisted into a bun. Light blue eye shadow and navy eye shadow and light pink lip gloss was on her face. No jewelry.
Alissa wore a yellow dress, the color of hay, and golden eye shadow, with a gold necklace with a ruby dangling from it. The dress was butterfly sleeved. Alissa looked older than she was, yet I'd never seen her look so vulnerable.
Anna was wearing maroon, the same style as Alissa's dress, and her accessories too, but with a sapphire instead of a ruby, with lavender eye shadow. She was unreadable, arms linked with Alissa.
Opal was wearing a pale pink dress, puffed sleeves, skirt just below her knees. Blush on her cheeks, light pink eyeshadow, and smudged mascara was on her face. She walked somewhat separate from us, her grief deeper, fiercer.
Leila had on a light green mini dress, with spaghetti straps. Cotton. Her minimal make up (light green eye shadow, light blush, clear lip gloss) made her even more beautiful.
Joan wore a flirty dress that still conveyed formalness and mourning. It was a minidress with no sleeves, white edged with black ribbon. Heavily applied make up. No jewelry.
Liza wore a fiery red dress. It came to her knees and flew out when she turned a corner. No make-up. No jewelry.
— The fic Gold Lace