I can remember my grandmother once telling me there were rules when wearing white, all kinds of rules. All I can remember is the word rules. I don’t remember exactly what they were, but I remember there was great importance behind each and every detail. I can also remember, at that very moment in conversation, I made a pact with my fashion soul that I would have zero rules when it comes to wearing white. Alright, maybe I do have one and that’s not, under any circumstances, to wear white to a wedding unless I’m the bride. For anything else, white is fair game for any of the 365 mornings of the year when I’m faced with choosing an ensemble.
So yeah, I’m out and about in a white lace dress, because I can be. It didn’t cost the moon and it’s not precious. It’s a beautiful dress that’s begging to be worn and I didn’t have a special occasion lined up, so I threw it on, on a random Wednesday, simply because I could. And that’s how I roll with clothing. It’s meant to be worn. Don’t wait and for heaven’s sake, don’t ever let it collect dust. You only live once.
What I’m Wearing: