I might just be born for days like this. It’s a grey, rainy Friday. I am wearing a flannelette, floral dress with a slip showing and a pair of docs. It doesn’t get much better than this.
I know I keep saying it. But if I could wear something like this every day, sister I would.
It’s the nostalgia of youth, I think. This was pretty much my uniform in my teens (though it was a lot baggier) and while I don’t remember those years being the time of my life, I’ve never managed to move past this as my favourite style of dress.
I’ve even dug out jewellery from when I was 14/15. The garnet was given to me by my Mum. The vintage opal was a gift from my best friend in high school. An apology for being angsty. The story just writes itself doesn’t it?
Dress: Melrose Ave
Singlet: Big W