
Following a lengthy, lengthy internal debate, I purchased a maxi dress. Now, I am 5'4" when I'm lying to myself, so there was a time (spring) when I was certain that these dresses, pretty as they were, were created only for the Giselles and Serenas of the world.
Jen agreed. Jen told me not to cave, and to avoid the maxi dress. Jen is smart, as we know.
But I couldn't help but notice our girl LC pulling them off (is that questionable? open for interpretation? she pulled them off in my eyes, anyway):

And then? Leighton Meester to the rescue. (Because we all know Blair Waldorf wouldn't wear something so bohemian, come on):

SOLD! Yes, I would like to look like that, please! Cut to the weekend, and Kim happily toting home her royal purple maxi dress, very similar to the LC's red one up top.
Thoughts thus far: Well, unlike on LC up there, it is apparent even while wearing a maxi dress that I do indeed have feet. So that's good. Um, I've tripped twice. That's bad. Everyone compliments it! So that's good. I, uh, look nothing like Leighton Meester in it. That's bad.
Toss up.
I'm probably going to wear it twice a week until it snows.
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I don't know why, but I'm totally down with the feet-covering. It's the kind of thing that says, "Yes, I live in the dirtiest city in the world, but I'm rich enough to wash my clothes as often as I need to."
Which is why I don't own one.
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