Back in a time before retouch and Photoshop, there were normal ladies. These ladies wore average gowns and attended ordinary parties. They never spoke out of turn or turned heads with their presence. If one were to look too quickly, they wouldn’t see them at all.
Then, one day a lady by the name of Dru stopped being ordinary. She woke up with a quake in her head and a tingle in her spine. This was the day she pulled out her gown and declared it was too boring for her dancing nerves. Dru tossed it aside and rummaged through her fabrics. She was going to wear something thrilling, something stirring. Grabbing her garment tools, she snipped and sewed and cut until she could not anymore. Once she was done, she couldn’t believe what she had created.
It was striking. It was outlandish. It was the sweet elite look that would be noticed by every gentleman in town. Dru dressed quickly and opened her front door to reveal the new look. It was then that every head turned, every mouth dropped open. This was the day that ladies started wearing pants.