In my vast and much-loved wardrobe, there lurk dresses that even I am tentative about wearing. I adore them - otherwise I wouldn't have bought them - but every time I go to wear them, they just seem ... wrong. Too loud, too much, too conservative, too WASP, and in the case of this dress, too slyly in-between:
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with the wearing-a-tutu-to-the-supermarket scenario, but this dress isn't that crazy. Nor is it ordinary. It's not quite gaudy, not quite classy. Not quite All Night Long. In short, I don't know how to wear it - or where. But don't fret, lovelies, I am nothing if not determined! At least I know pairing it with a zebra mask works!
(Forgive these photographs, I was completely without makeup and had just scrubbed off a lot of silver face paint.)
The second dress is excessive. It reminds me of the New look photographs in Paris, except it is in no way subtle or understated. Everything about this dress is loud: The pattern, the colour, the taffeta, the silhouette, the cape collar, the buttons (!). I love it, I think it's beautiful and tacky in a Patricia Neal in Breakfast in Tiffany's kind of way, but really ...
I put it to you - where and how would you wear this (ignoring my very best bunny impression)?