This was a hand me down, incase you’re wondering how I ever came to have something of this material in my possession. I’m not about to introduce terry-towelling as one of my wardrobe staples, but I will say that my aversion to it is now mostly gone, especially if it exists in cute tennis-dress-like shape.
I wore this to walk around Melbourne CBD on a hot (but unfortunately windy) day. Not only do I hate windy days just because they’re pointless and annoying & your hair flies around getting stuck in your lipgloss and making you look like a hot mess – the slit on the side of this dress thought it would be really awesome if every now & then it would lift up on one side & almost flash all the nice unsuspecting Melbournians.
It was not in fact awesome, so I spent a lot of the day doing the subtle holding-down-of-the-skirt trick.
Wardrobe malfunctions aside, this dress has such a sweet, cutesy vibe that I feel the need to rough it up a little to make it a little more me and a lot less me in a costume- usually with a spiked collar, but on this particular day only some mildly grungy boots. I guess since it was this dress’s first outing (on me, at least) it deserved to be allowed to carry itself alone.
….and on that note, I really need to st0p personifying my clothes.