Greetings and Salutations. Just so you know–not every dress I own is made of lace (though such a thing wouldn’t make me crazy). I found this gem at Downeast (it’s a place of wonder when they have the clothes-all-piled-in-boxes-and-scattered-hither-and-yon-on-tables kind of sale) for $15.
I put it on and realized immediately that I looked like a lace box of wonder. Or a rectangle. (Geometry details, who needs them.) I’m a girl who doesn’t care how great the dress is ON the rack (or in the box, for that matter)–if it doesn’t look great on ME, my philosophy is to take it OFF.
But I didn’t want to, mostly because my other philosophy is to try and fab-it-up before tossing it out.
I grabbed a piece of grosgrain ribbon from the fabulous accessories drawer (that everyone should have to some degree) and Ta-Da. Not the box anymore.
Remember that I am not a model.
Except for maybe a model citizen. That is all.
Add two strands of long pearls (each wrapped once)–a perfect flower–grab a pair of beautiful shoes and BoOm! I think I’ll wear it again. No. I know I’ll wear it again.
|The shoes of fabulousness.|
Pardon me while I go catch a little boogie in the kitchen.