some women dream about their wedding day. It is the one time you can sartorially put all your eggs in one basket without in any way being accused of overdressing.
My own Princess/Madame Bovary moment? It was in the 1970s, on the day of the school play: I serendipitously got to wear a dress I had just been bought for my 14th birthday – a white broderie anglaise maxi with a high collar and short sleeves from Laura Ashley – because I was playing the ghost. It was lucky that I got to wear it then, because there weren't many occasions that called for it afterwards. But that is the point of the perfect Princess Moment dress. It is like the bride's dress at the end of a designer's show. You may not be getting married, but yes, it is special. It does require real jewelry and a proper entrance. And no, you can't wear it on public transport.
To put it another way, you want the image of yourself in it preserved in eternal aspic. As did poor old Emma Bovary, who woke