I think most of Scotland’s population has resigned themselves to an endless winter – much like the land of Narnia – over the past month or so. Brr indeed.
But gosh, the sun has been shining for no less than two days on the trot. The other day I even heard a bumble bee. This could be it, guys. Spring might actually be arriving.
So surely it’s time to wake the spring wardrobe from its slumber and get parading around the city (with a sensible jacket to keep the chill off). Oh joy indeed!
I might get the opportunity to wear this odd little item I bought last year at the Shelter shop in Dalry, Edinburgh. It was quite pricey at £15, but I soon discovered that it was made from silk and hand-made.
The belt was especially lovely. And I loved the colours. This little dress is just so fun.
Not sure if I can pull it off, though. I’m going to hold on to it for a while; you never know when the next 70s themed fancy dress might rear its head.
I also have this crazy dress that I bought in a vintage shop for $15 in San Francisco last year… It’s a tartan smock. Ahem.
I had to buy this; when I tried it on I ripped a seam wide open under the arm. (You know, that horrific ripping sound from somewhere you can’t determine on the dress, so you wiggle and faff about trying to get it off, and in the process rip it even more?). Oops.
It’s a 70s dress so quite delicate due to its age and the thin cotton fabric. No wonder I ripped its guts out when I was trying to get it on.
Contrary to its appearance on the hanger, not too bad on. I think I might get away with this at work or whatnot. And before you ask, no. I’m not a dinner lady…
Also, what on earth is a size 11?!
These are Marmite dresses. You’re either going to think they are utterly hideous or love them for their quirkiness and colour. They certainly have personality, right? :)
What do you think? Like or loathe?
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