My dress today has stripes and what I believe would be Mia-approved pockets:
|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!