Throughout the last few weeks of positively sterling weather, I have, for the large part, seemed to have almost entirely overlooked a section of my wardrobe. Comprised almost exclusively of lace dresses at this point, or ‘mini’ dresses, either of which are certainly inappropriate in most instances, my subconscious choice has been to just, not go there. But, when the sun is shining like it has been, eventually there seems no other logical option than quickly throwing on a pale-toned dress, and slipping on some shoes before heading out the door.
I probably haven’t worn this since I was in Paris last year, which in one way shows the turnaround of some of wear for some of my clothing, albeit skewed as it has since been taken in after I finally admitted to myself that it would appeal to me much more if it weren’t a size too big. Perhaps just the push I needed to make more of an effort to get things tailored, instead of settling for a close-to-perfect fit or not at all, when all other factors and details reach the mark. One of a kind, yet the same?