An almost three week blogaversary retrospective of my posts so far revealed an annoying commonality: I write about the weather. a lot. Almost every post references the weather in some way and relates it to my outfit decision. It’s summer. It’s hot. I’m sure you guys understand that, and obviously the increased elevation of thermometer mercury is going to impact what I wear, but the same goes for every sane person out there. I got sick of the trend, so I imagine you guys are bored to the point of feeling an anxious pull on your mouse in the general direction of the browser exit button. So here it goes-an outfit post entirely devoid of meteorological references. Well, starting now at least.
I bought this dress a while ago for a trip to Vegas. It’s silk and ridiculously fragile, so I’m always scared of wearing it on a daily basis and exposing it to the many potentially stain-inducing substances of the city grind. Today seemed a like it had an unfair absense of wardrobe threats though, so I decided to risk it. The jury’s still out on whether this is a dress or a slip, actually. For the purposes of wearability, I utilize it as an incredibly thin dress and layer it over skankily black undergarments for an added sense questionably desirable solidarity with streetwalkers. The final result-a little white dress minus the innocent vibe, which is so me, I guess.
