Surely it can’t just be me who fantasises about wearing a
beautiful floaty dress, undone hair, no makeup, and browsing a market on a
Sunday morning with a wicker basket full of pretty flowers and baguettes?
Let no one tell you that dreams cannot be realised because I
am here to tell you that they can my friend, they certainly can.
If you would like to hear more about the market then stay
tuned. This post is about the dress. The perfect dress for strolling aimlessly
in small provincial streets in the South of France and popping into the local boulangerie.
Cards on the table, I bought this dress at a low point, post
break-up, when I needed to feel like a princess, and so it cost a lot more
money than I would willingly admit. However, I do feel like a princess in this
dress, so lets pretend I used my princess money to pay for it and not my real
money.
You’re about to get an insight into the incredible
vocabulary and descriptive skills a degree in English Literature can afford a
person: this dress is so pretty it makes me think I am a character in a poem
about a lady who lives in a beautiful house with a river running through the
garden. It is twirly, the blue dot detail stops it from being too bridal
(although I would happily wear this to my wedding, and – given the price – will
probably have to), and I think it’s a dress you can wear in the day without it
being too formal as well as to a dinner or garden party.
Thank God, right? Finally a dress that solves all my garden
party needs. Too often I have had to turn down a classic garden party because I
just feel like there’s something missing from my wardrobe – that perfect outfit
with just the right hint of whimsy and a next-door farmers-daughter kind of
vibe. Well worry no longer because I have found the solution to that incredibly
niche problem. This dress has sold out in most sizes, so here’s a few similar
alternatives: one, two, three, four, five.
Also, bonus points because the romantic floaty-ness hides a
‘I’ve eaten the equivalent of a full baguette in market tasters’ belly really
well. I’m not ashamed to admit that a large section of my clothes fit into this
category, and now another addition finds its home. Totally worth having no
money to spend on food and essentials for the next month or so.
A quick glance at some old stone arches, a few last twirls
for good measure, and I left the locals to their market shopping and stopped
skipping through the square singing Belle (Little Town) from Beauty and the
Beast.
