I Keep Writing About Seasons and I'm Sorry
As the government seems to just want to see the world crumble (you know, you know), Milan Fashion Week is serving the perfect dose of escapism. It's feminine and romantic, and much prettier than this look, but this is what I'm working with this week. It's the last little bit of my mind holding on to Winter, but Wednesday's runway shows have geared me up for the season change. Though the collections are aimed at Fall and Winter, a good handful of the flowing fabrics and cool toned florals (I'm looking at you Alberta Ferretti) are reminding of pieces in my own closet, and it's time to bring them back out.
I think I've addressed the oncoming season in every blog post over the last few weeks, but I'm actually excited for it this year. I'm shocking myself. This time last year I was being hit with the beginning of a (roughly) four or five month of severe eczema that left me stuck indoors. I'm praying that doesn't happen this year. I'm in the clear at this moment though, and I'm sitting near a sunlit window, drinking sweet tea out of a mason jar like the Texan stereotype that I am. It's pretty damn picturesque.
Anyway, this black dress was a recent purchase, and with it I officially have a basic black dress in three different lengths. I think that collection is sorted, and just in time, because now I only seem to care about pretty, whimsical pieces. On to the next one...