As I write this, I’m all jittery. I’ve got that kind of sicky feeling you get that swamps your innards every time you think of something very, very exciting that is about to happen. This time, it’s the thought of the big party I’m going to on Saturday. It’s like the prom, only hopefully with less fake tan disasters and bitchslapping (my school was in a rough area.)
So, to ease my butterflies I thought I’d write my Thursday feature on six show-stopping maxi dresses I found while doing my Big Dress Shop this year. Only instead of making me feel better, it’s making me feel so much worse as I start to fret that maybe I didn’t buy the right dress. Yu know – The Dress. I haven’t included the dress I actually bought in the end – I’ve gone all shy. Maybe I’ll post a picture of me wearing it next week.
Here are the ones that got away:
I think this would cling to all the right places, and I love the kooky cut of the shoulder. Understated chic.
So simple and yet so striking, and I think it does magic things to your waist. One of those dresses that are really sexy but that your elderly relatives would still say was ‘decent’.
This is one of those ‘when I’m rich and famous’ dresses, but I just had to include it. SO PRETTY in a kind of ‘look at me, I’m actually a mythical Goddess’ way.
Very ruffletastic, but not in a ‘oh my God, you look like you’re wearing a wedding cake’ way. Which is always a plus.
This is definitely not one the grandparents would approve of, but that’s the least of your worries: first you’ve got to pick yourself up after falling over screeching ‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god it’s only twenty quid.’
I can’t decide whether this is sluttishly brilliant or just slutty. I just know if I wore it I’d be dangerous.