I feel like I need to start this off with an apology with an obsession that’s getting out of hand. I’m speaking of my shirt dress problem. I see one, I buy it. It’s as simple as that, whether they are vintage, brand new, or straight off another woman’s back- Ok, I haven’t done that yet, but I did see a woman wearing a shirt dress I coveted so much I stopped her mid road crossing to ask her where I could get it. And can you guess which shirt dress the woman in the aforementioned story was wearing?
Oh yeah, it’s this gorgeous number. The woman in question was swanning across the street in St James and looked so elegant I actually swooned… a style swoon of course. And she turned to me and simply said “it’s M&S darling,” like it was the most casual thing in the world. I half expected her to say it’s vintage Chanel or some such ridiculousness. Nope! I was down Oxford Street and into Marks & Spencer faster than these legs ever thought they could carry me. And yeah, that’s why I look so ridiculously happy. I love this dress.
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