For the first time in many years, I’m attempting to introduce a vaguely autumnal color palette to my wardrobe! Crimsons, browns, creams, and olives – sure, you might surmise that this reflects my growing desire to blend into the natural landscape like a quietly rooted tree, but let’s not be too hasty. I could not, of course, pass up the opportunity to match my favorite antique book!
There’s absolutely nothing nineteenth-century about this dress–the vintage reproduction company from which I purchased it touted the style as 1940s-inspired, I believe, and collar dresses are sufficiently popular at the moment for my look to pass as something simply romantically contemporary.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been spending an unprecedented amount of time in a house inhabited by a nineteenth-century poet, but for whatever reason, I feel like this simple dress captures some of the Victorian aesthetic nonetheless. At any rate, I’m thinking it will be most suitable for leading historic house tours in the future, assuming I won’t have access to authentic Victorian period dress!
There’s nothing like that moment when you first meet your fashion true love–and I make no attempt to hide the fact that my two wardrobe beloveds are pastel colors and dainty lace. Because of its beautiful blending of the two, I am relatively certain that this magical dress is not from our Earth, but rather emerged from some alternative Wes Anderson-y dimension, where twee clothes conceal hard truths about living. Or something.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, to be honest: I’m just so distracted by my great passion for this little fit-and-flare. Can someone please just invite me to a winter tea party already?