Wear the Rainbow.
Today I went shopping, prepared to pay any (reasonable) price to buy myself something fresh, summery and new. It’s that time of year when you pull out your warm-weather wardrobe and try to find new ways of wearing a frilly floral skirt… with Ugg boots, say, or a nice warm scarf. It’s also the time of year when you just get plain stupid and wear a t-shirt all day to embrace the sunshine… even when it’s only fourteen degrees out. In short, it’s the time of year when you wake up one morning and feel that you absolutely must have some new clothes.
So, the dress. I walked past it, brushed it with my fingertips, thought ‘hmm, a bit short’, walked through five other shops, came back, tried it on, decided it was delightful and wondrous and everything a dress should be, and bought it. There isn’t a chance that it’ll be warm enough to wear alone for at least another two months, so I’m planning on teaming it with a black cotton dress underneath that will add two inches to the hemline, a black long sleeve t-shirt, purple tights, grey knee-high boots and a denim jacket. Bring on the colour!
Also: I’m discovering the beauty of the obliging camellia… Nearly too perfect to be true.