Oh Matthew! I love it.

I am always craving a new dress. Not just any old frock, but a good dress. Wandering around the shops, I am bombarded by tacky, trendy and trashy. What's a girl gotta do to get a good dress, I wondered?

Enter: Matthew King.

Having befriended the local (and talent drenched) Toronto designer, we both got on the topic of my random and empty handed search.

Matthew: "What's the matter Mayers?"
Moi: "Oh nothing, just trying to find a new dress for the season, but I keep seeing all the same crap. Nothing is classy and yet has a dash of the ole rock-n-roll."
Matthew: " I got something for ya...when do you need it by?"
Moi: "Immediately."

Lo and behold, Matthew drops off a little number to me at my studio. I remove it from the bag with slight hesitation, then nearly stop breathing.

The stretch jersey is thick, yet supple, almost has a suede touch. Buttery, I thought as I stripped down and slipped on the new dress. It wasn't black....which I can safely say is my uniform non-color of choice. It was a deep, royal blue; reminding me of the darkest depths of the sea.

The sleeves were three quarter length and had a slight bell shape at the end. The neckline plunged, head first into the pool of my demure cleavage, showing off one of my best bits; my collarbone.
Around the edge of the neckline was a circle of grommets, hand hammered in and interwoven into the small silver holes was a silver chain that shifted lengths as I moved towards the mirror.

Without knowing, just by the feeling, it fit and felt like me.

Matthew is busily creating my next dress as we speak.
Heaven.

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