Tuesday, March 11, 2014

ModCloth Poe Inspired Nevermore Lovely Dress

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
            Darkness there and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
            Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

  Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
            With such name as “Nevermore.” 

  But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
            Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

       This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing        
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
            She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted—nevermore!

This month's Ahead of the Curve theme is the world of black and white. What's black and white and read all over? The Raven! Is there a better way to celebrate such a beautifully macabre piece of poetry than though fashion? I dare think not. I was yearning to own this unique dress from ModCloth for months. The Poe inspired Nevermore Lovely Dress is a motif of French script, quills, inkwells, cages, and, of course, the ebony bird that always beguiles your smile. The Nevermore dress has a sleeveless bodice, but I preferred for March weather to style it with a shurg underneath. Additionally I added a black petticoat that I picked up at Chic Star cheap. All my ModCloth dresses are a size 4X. This dress is no exception. The Nevermore dress does, however, run bigger than my others from Mod. The waist is a tiny bit big so I opted to add a belt, just to bring it in a tiny bit.

 My shoes are the Career Fairest heels from ModCloth. These shoes are a two tone Mary Jane style heel. What I loved about them was the thicker heel and the fact they were not overly high. I don't do well on skinny high heels. My feet are not skinny or very wide. I guess they would be somewhere in the middle. I dislike when a shoe is too narrow and I'm made to feel like an evil step sister. I do not have that problem with these. There is wiggle room though the width.

 Some of my readers may recall I recently posted that I'm obsessed with hats and gloves. My look was screaming for some uber cute black leather glovettes. I picked my gloves up on Etsy from Daniel Storto. Handcrafted by America's master glove maker Daniel Storto based in Gloversville New York [the one time glove capital of the world] using historical glove making tools from the 1800s which were all produced in Gloversville New York. These gloves were custom made so they took a little while to receive. It was well worth the wait because they are gorgeous. If placing an order please measure your hands very carefully. These gloves are a snug fit and of you measure wrong you will not get them on. After wearing them for a few hours, they have loosened up and are much more comfortable. 

No Poe inspired look is complete without an image of Poe himself. My necklace I designed last summer as part of my collection for Haunted Hamilton. This necklace is still available on my Etsy page along with other Poe pieces. 

Don't stop here! Check out all the chic, smart ways other bloggers from AHEAD OF THE CURVE interpreted this month's theme as well. Just click HERE.




  1. Fantastic! You are the coolest!

  2. Love this dress! The accessories were the perfect touch!

  3. I just wanted to let you know that you are my favourite model/reviewer on ModClothing because we have similar measurements, you always look fierce, and I love what you have to say about the clothes! ^_^

    I'm wondering ~ where do you find your tights and leggings? This has been a REAL problem area for me because I am both wide (60.5" hips) AND tall (5' 10.5"). Even whien I find some that fit nicely and are comfortable, ultimately they tear within hours. :( Any recommendations or thoughts to help a girl out?


    1. Hey Doll, Thanks for checking out my blog. I get 90% of my tights are from We Love Colors. They run about $15 a pair, but the colors are fantastic and they fit is great. I love them more than any other tights. Leggings I normally buy from Forever 21+ or ON when I'm just buying black. I find the 3x at F21 and the XXL at ON work well and are decent quality for the cheap price.