I have a secret daydream of living in a little house with a vast, verdant garden in an utterly nonexistent, romanticized land and era where my days spend my days poring over novels, walking through slightly-wild rosebushes, and drinking tea by an abandoned fountain in the late afternoon (and also probably eating cake and strawberries, because why not).
This ridiculous, saccharine fantasy recently enveloped me while I was–of all places–lost in the middle of countless racks of color-coded clothes at the Goodwill Store. And why?
Because, friends, I found the dress of my dreams: or maybe I should say that it found me?
(No, I definitely found it: let’s not make this weirder than it already is.)
Absolutely every detail of this dress delights me. The neckline pairs perfectly with my grandmother’s pearls (appropriately)–or, if I had one, perhaps a cameo brooch. There’s no tag or maker’s mark on this dress, and the way in which it’s stitched suggests that it was probably handmade, making it even more charming!
You know what I like, though? Really nice fitted waists.
You know what I very infrequently find on my vintage missions? You guessed it.
Fit-and-flare is my silhouette of choice when purchasing “contemporary” dresses: I love dresses that accent the waist but still have a skirt that can twirl around (when I inevitably dance about like a weirdo). In that way, too, this lovely pink number seems to have been made for me.
(Well, hopefully not literally, since that would lead to some weird time-travel shenanigans.)
Anyway, the fuller bodice tapers down into a fitted waist followed by a gorgeous pleated skirt that must have taken ages to get right. It’s twirl-ready, to say the least: trust me, I’ve tested it.
Lace brightens up the hem of the skirt, and also peeks out from inside the sleeve cuffs.
While trying to figure out the best way to accessorize this beauty, I ended up discovering something equally delightful: a small cross-body purse that looks like a miniature wicker picnic basket. It was in perfect condition for its new owner (me, luckily!)–yet another reason why I love thrifting!