This 1960s vintage dress has travelled. My husband bought it for me on one of his trips to Australia. Yes, my husband even shops for vintage for me on the other side of the world!
He actually bought two dresses for me that trip. This is the first one here.
I think he did a great job choosing this vintage dress. He knows I like bold colours and wild patterns.
I picked up both of the dresses when I went to visit him in Hong Kong.
A little story that I didn’t share about Hong Kong is their love of foot massages.
They are advertised everywhere and quite common so my husband figured it would be a great idea for me to try out as he often gets them when he travels.
We went together and sat next to each other.
I was ready for a super relaxing hour of foot massage. Who wouldn’t love that?
No one told me this was an S&M foot massage.
It started out okay I mean the gal that was doing it was tiny but I can tell you her hands were similar to Wolverine’s hands.
The pain level became progressively worse until finally she was straight up hitting my foot with her knuckles.
I kept telling her,
“Softer. Soft. Soft.“
In fact I had to grab her hand and tell her that repeatedly.
She pretended like she knew what I was saying but then would go back to her regular beat the crap out of my feet style. All the while they are talking amongst themselves non stop and you just know they are talking about you. I would have given anything to be able to speak Cantonese at that time.
Instead of a relaxing, gentle massage for my feet it felt like I’d been taken to “Fight Club for Feet”.
Once they finished the feet I breathed an audible sigh of relief. Little did I know the pain train wasn’t over. I was motioned to turn around so she could start working my neck and back.
Oh Hell no.
For someone with fibromyalgia the neck and back are notoriously painful. That is why I avoid back massages. They are tortuous for me.
I was worried and told her again to be very “soft”.
Needless to say my pleas were ignored and I finally had to tell her to stop. I couldn’t take this
torture massage any longer.
I had a raging headache after that foot massage and had to go and lay down afterwards.
My husband on the other hand was very relaxed.
Ah well, at least I tried it.
While I was taking these photos my pug wanted desperately to get in on the action.
Sitting on the sidelines waiting for her moment and silently judging my lame attempts at an “editorial look”.
“Lame. Oh so very lame.”
“Umm…hello! Down here lady!”
“Maybe if I lay down I’ll get some attention.”
“Finally this woman sees me!”
“Soon I shall reap the benefits, my tummy is grumbling.”
How could I resist a face like that?
Has anyone ever shopped for you when they were travelling? What did they bring you?