My birthday dress* has kind of an interesting story, I didn’t really like it because maxi dresses aren’t my thing. That is, until my mom and three other people in the Century 21 dressing room told me I looked tall. Me. Tall. What? Ok, so I’ve never been told that before, only the zipper was broken and I didn’t want to spend $60 on a partially ruined dress.
But they said it made me look tall.
Scoured Amazon. SCORED! Got it brand new for $13 dollars.
As soon as I booked my plane tickets I knew it was meant to be my birthday dress. 25 is the year I stand tall.
*Its always been a tradition that I get a new dress to wear on my birthday (and obviously afterwards) every year.
For daytime I layered it with warm clothes for traipsing all over Paris, pairing it with Converse and my un-pictured Fjallraven backpack filled with a picnic lunch. For nighttime which I’ll have to snap some pictures of soon I lost the layers and put on some heels for a night spent celebrating.