Mid-holiday in St. Tropez, France, when I was 22, I bought a petal-like layered chiffon evening dress at a tiny little boutique. Each large petal had its own colour which ranged from a muted but lovely yellow through a soft peach to a watermelon pink. The dress was neither long nor short because of the uneven petal shapes. It floated when I walked and danced because of its light weight. And it felt as if I had nothing on!

The bodice was simple and curved up towards the shoulders. It had a bias seam binding in one of the contrasting colours which split in two at the shoulders and became two ropes of chiffon which crisscrossed over my back and tied in two little bows at the sides.

I unearthed this dreamy dress for a party a few years ago and felt so wonderful in it again. It was every bit as much in fashion as it had been so long ago. It reminded me once again of that gorgeous holiday I had with a great friend from Montreal visiting a French family with a lovely house high up in the hills overlooking St. Tropez. Oh, to be 22 again!

Cathy Fauquier, Toronto, Ontario