by S.C. Kleinhans

Created on: January 19, 2012

Fashion never dies. The Belmont ladies lived by that motto. Five spectacular women. They ranged in age from 30 to 110. Maggie was the youngest. She was about to embark on her own epic journey. The same one that her mother, Meg had undergone. Margaret was a svelte 70 year old model. She smiled at her daughter and granddaughter. Margo was a youthful 90 year old. She beamed with pride. The Grand Matriarch was giggling. She had just turned 110. Margeretta had been the original owner of the exquisite garment.

She had purchased the little black dress in Paris. Coco Chanel was the designer. Margeretta had shocked her conservative family with her scandalous purchase. Prior to the 1920s, black was for mourning. Nothing else. But Margeretta had always embraced change. Her little black dress was simple yet chic. She used minimal accessories so as not to detract from the sublime fashion statement that had been woven into the elegant fabric. A stylish shawl and a pair of satin stilettos were some of her favorites.

Margo inherited the exquisite LBD from her mother. She also preferred subtle touches of elegance. She borrowed some of her mother’s possessions but she added her own unique flair. Margaret had been blessed with the superb skin and beauty that had always dominated the Belmont women. She was drawn into the world of high fashion. Margaret first wore the LBD to an audition for a modeling assignment. The lucky dress launched her phenomenal career. Meg was a hippie. She injected all sorts of color in order to breathe new life into the ancient garment. Paisley and polka dot accessories. Bohemian scarves and belts took the dress to new realms.

Maggie looked at the doting group gathered around her. She needed to shape the current destiny of this beloved frock. Steampunk. She would wear her favorite black velvet mini top hat or one of her feathered fascinators. Meg would also wear a floor length tulle skirt. She’d don a pair of black lace and leather boots with spiky heels. She needed to borrow her grandmother’s black pearl necklace in order to complete her trendy look. Maggie patted her tummy. In twenty years or so, her unborn daughter would claim the very same LBD as her favorite frock. The little black dress would always be the Belmont family’s favorite heirloom.

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