My dress today has stripes and what I believe would be
Mia-approved pockets:
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| This pose is soooo smarmy; it makes me laugh. |
Blogger friend Mia wrote that she used to use pocket size as
criteria for buying clothes. If the
pockets were big enough to hold a book, it was meant to be hers. I’m pretty sure my pockets today are big
enough to hold a book. Maybe not a trade
paperback, but a couple of Harlequin Romances for sure.
Not that I’d ever put
books in these pockets. When I my hips
found out I was even just writing about it, they started preparing Molotov
cocktails. They like to make it very,
very clear that they won’t accept any added bulk in their region; they’d secede before they let
that happen. And, of course, my thighs
are always up for a revolution so they lent my hips some matches.
Even if I don’t use the pockets for books, I still think
this is a pretty great dress. It’s been
on the blog a couple of times before, but not at all this summer. So, I figured I’d get in a post while it was
still summer. The dress is vintage Raoul
(thrifted) and I paired it with an embroidered belt (Target) and platform
sandals (Franco Sarto via Nordstrom Rack).
If yesterday’s outfit was a bit 80s, today’s feels a bit 70s to me; like
I’m applying for the position of art teacher at that aggressively feminist all-girls summer camp I ‘worked’ at earlier this summer. I love that imaginary camp.
And I love this dress.
Happy Thursday, Everyone!
Gracey
