It’s funny because I never really thought that yellow was ‘my colour’, but this floaty little number confirmed that actually, I do rather like my garms sunny side up.
I saw this yellow dress for an absolute steal of a price from a vintage shop and pretty much fell in love the moment I slipped it on. The movement is the real ‘creme de la creme’ of the piece; so much so that I feel completely obliged to demonstrate ‘swishy’ maneuvers every 30 seconds in order to get the best out of the ‘fit. (Oh, you would do the same, TRUST me).
It was originally a size 14 but I could see that someone had tailored it in to fit – and it just so happened that this sew-savvy babe was the same size as myself. Meant to be, you say? Damn right it was: You see, I believe in fate. I believe I was destined to find this ‘one’ in my arms. And I believe that the best accessory to go with a dress this beautiful is a big fuck off glass of wine.
I went for red lips, simple black heels and reached for my old-faithful leather jacket for when I went out, because I’m edgy like that.