I pulled out this dress from the back of my wardrobe today. I haven't worn it for over a year. I couldn't figure out why - it's beautifully made, the striped silk is feather-light ... I pulled it on and suddenly remembered. It doesn't suit me. The colour is wrong against my skin. My waist is 24 inches but you wouldn't guess under those folds of olive green. The skirt is too long and dwarfs me.
I've worn the dress all day in an effort to convince myself not to sell it on, but really. Even after donning my favourite Mollini boots, my favourite garrison hat and some red lipstick, the dress still looked more middle-aged-big-busted-matron than twenty-two-year-old-girl-with-Billy-Idol-hair. Sad. Even hamming it up in photographs didn't change my mind - I still felt frumpy:
So today I wore:
• 1950's silk shirtwaist dress, soon to be someone else's via eBay, I guess.
• Mollini cut-out boots.
• Garrison hat, eBay. I had a stewardess hat obsession for about a year and a half.
• Extras: Red lipstick, 50's petticoat, child's singlet.