Yes, I’m calling it that now.  Ellen Datlow managed to take photos before the ceremony, so you can actually see the bodice of the dress.  People ((You know who you are)) were asking about it.

It’s from the early 1960s ((The dress is heavily boned through the bodice and comes with its own crinoline.  I need to get a slip to wear under it, because the crinoline is itchy.)) and I picked it up in Portland, OR at Ray’s Ragtime. Every year, Rob and I throw a formal dress dinner party for Christmas. I have a small collection of ballgowns for that because I firmly believe that everyone should be allowed to dress up if they want to and I’ll be darned if I wait around for someone else to make the occasion.