I have a rule to force me to be creative with what I wear: I can wear the same thing as many times as I want, but every time I put it on it has to be with different accessories. Last week though I had two different dinners, and my outfit got such a good response the first time around that I decided to repeat it a few night’s later.
I walked straight past this dress in the shop, and Adeline virtually forced me to try it on. Maxi dresses are not the best option for a vertically challenged individual such as myself, but the fabric was so light that it floated as I walked in the dressing room, and much to Adeline’s delight I was sold.
As I started getting changed for dinner I got a bit carried away with the whole Grecian vibe that the dress was giving me and next thing I knew I was headed to dinner looking like a modern day Hera.
When I wore this outfit for the second time, it was to a dinner with Molly. I am a huge dessert fan, and so when we had finished our pizza I suggested we drive to Coolangatta for ice-cream.
I do not muck around when it comes to ice-cream. In fact it concerns me that there are people out there in the world who think one scoop of ice-cream is an adequate serving.
Dress, Forever New, Shoes, Forever New, Clutch, Colette by Colette Hayman (similar here), Headband, Colette by Colette Hayman, Bangle, Colette by Colette Hayman, Earrings, By Charlotte, Studs, By Charlotte, Rings, Silver Girl
I was walking along with my substantial bucket containing three (actually four as Molly had given me one of hers) scoops of ice-cream, thinking what a nice night I’d had and trying not to trip on the hem of my dress, when a woman, who I swear on everything I hold dear I have never seen in my life, came running up to me. She wanted to know if I had gotten married that day. At first I was seriously confused. The last date I went on was well over 18 months ago (it’s getting to the point where I’m seriously tossing up between buying the first of many cats or a ferret and I don’t like either of those animals), and the concept of marriage is currently as foreign to me as people who only get one scoop of ice-cream.
Furthermore, this woman seemed seriously annoyed. I told her that I was just out to dinner with a friend, and she told me with great relief that because of my long white dress, she thought I was a bride who was having to drive herself home on her wedding night. She even offered to track down my imaginary groom and put him in his place.
I appreciated the sentiment, but in all honesty, if my wedding night does end with me holding a tub with four scoops of ice-cream, I don’t think I’ll be complaining!