We almost saw The Help last night. And this is what I wore. I say almost because in reality, I ate a bowl and a half of this before curling up on the couch and calling it a night.
We’re going to try again tonight. I think it might actually happen this time!
This outfit is a labor of love. I found the dress at a small vintage store in town and instantly fell in love with it, despite the fact that my arms couldn’t fit through the armholes, the collar was choking me and the insanely tiny waist was threatening my air consumption. Yet, I knew this little dress had potential. So I bought it, took it to get altered and lo and behold! My alterations lady took out the waist (women must have had seriously tiny waists in the 50’s!), made the arm holes bigger and moved a button over on the collar.
Why did I go through all that trouble for a single old dress with fifty year old coffee stains?
It has pears on it. Plain and simple. Food on dresses = love.
Bracelet: Forever 21