Its Saturday, children, and time for another dose of all-over-the-place-ness I call Scatter.
First in line today is this rather ridiculously elaborate peignoir set from 1904. Its of French make and is an admirable example of the level of care brought to bear on delicate, fragile textiles, to make them into such frothy nonsense. Sure, It is undeniably lovely to look at and nearly a tour de force of the dressmaker's art, but really? Sleeping in this? Really? it must have taken the ladies maid hours to iron this, just so it could be a rumpled mess by morning.