It’s one of Newton’s laws that an object in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by outside forces. This holds particularly true if said object is an enormous plate of spaghetti and meatballs and the outside force is a white silk shantung dress with enormous cobalt blue polkadots.
Actually, let’s see a little more of that, shall we?
There, that’s better. Oof.
There is something magnificent about an unapologetically white dress. Whenever I see a woman in a white dress or suit I automatically think “there’s a woman I’d like to know.” But being unapologetic doesn’t necessarily mean fussy.
Every girl should have a white linen dress hanging in their closet.
I positively lived in mine last summer (I wish I could remember where I bought it, it was floor length and divine) and I’ll definitely be scooping this one up, on crazy sale for fifteen dollars. I love the fagoting on the front: totally subtle, yet juuust edgy enough to keep it from being too sweet.
Notice this is a woman’s petite, so if you’re tall this will be shorter on you. I’m 5’10” so I expect it to hit just below the knee, which is fine by me. Also, I know some of you aren’t on board with the linen thing. The trick is to get a heavier linen, or a linen/silk blend and make sure it has a nice lining. They won’t wrinkle as much and if they do, who cares? It’s linen.
Those shoes? Really? Okay then.
I like this for our younger big girls who might be intimidated by a floor-length white dress. It’s…cute. This is dress you wear when you’re 23 and going on a little brunchy lunchy thing with girlfriends on a Saturday afternoon, or when your significant other’s parents come in to town and you want to look cute but also send the subliminal message that you’re a Good Girl and not REALLY doing Unspeakably Filthy Things to their pride and joy.
I think this is more of an ivory, but I really like it so I’m counting it anyway. It breaks my heart to say it –since it’s from Miss Tina, of House of Dereon and Svengali Mother of Beyonce fame– but this? This is a good dress. It’s actually on the short list of my possible Easter dresses.
Sigh. I’m so ashamed.
I don’t care that Igigi says it’s a wedding dress. I’m buying it and I’m going to wear it with a statement shoe and colorful kid leather shortie gloves or a red snakeskin cuff (got to toughen it up) and I’m going to look fierce. I’m just not going to eat the spaghetti.