And not in a good way.
I went into Zara this lunch time and tried the yellow tiered dress on I spoke of a few posts ago, and I surely learned a lesson about myself. I CANNOT carry off girly to this extreme. The dress looked beyond silly on me. Even at the smallest size it somehow drowned me and made me look liked I'd been swallowed by a huge daffodil. When you compare how I came into the shop - wearing a grey dress from Topshop resembling a potato sack - the differences between myself at my most comfortable and how I think I could be, are two entirely different people. The fact is, as much as I love colour, this kind of dress overwhelmed me, a case of the dress wearing me.
I think the dress could have been saved had it had smaller tiers and lighter material, as the cotton was heavy and stiff which made the tiers stick out too much.
I did however find a much more manageable little stripy dress, which has a nice tulip shape to the bottom and some all important pockets. I think I can work better with this dress because the looks I could create around it are pretty limitless, whereas the yellow dress is a one trick pony so to speak.
This dress is sweet but not too sweet, and I can envisage all manner of coloured tights, metallics and even a splash of neon sitting well with this dress. It'll totally rock over my red jeans too, and my next hopeful purchase - purple jeans!
Queen Michelle
