Dresses in Waiting.

Dudes, I have been waiting to wear this dress for ages. I almost wore it two weeks ago for a daytrip, but decided against it. Today we hit eighty degrees, and a few above, with sun, sun, sun and a nice little breeze. It couldn't have been more perfect--all the funny little buds are starting to pop out, so all the plants are kind of hazy and lovely, and some of the flowering trees have already started (much to the chagrin of my sinuses--but we're armed with all manner of pills and allergy accouterments around these parts) blooming.





I stared at this dress forever. It's a total weird-o. It's a wrap dress, with a button at the nape of the neck, with giant pockets and a scalloped neckline. And the print! Ahh! It's one of the spring and summer vintage dresses I hoarded while being barraged by frigid winds and snow.

It had a sister dress, but that one was a bit more fussy, and I couldn't justify taking them both home. Even at half-off I almost left this pretty lady on the rack, but an impulse said I ought not to, thinking wistfully of summer days. It's got a few holes in the back, teeny ones, that I still have to mend, but at the moment those aren't so bothersome and I wore it to the park anyway. Lots of people, lots of dogs, and a few ducks.




Despite my allegiance to pin curls, last night I attempted rag-curling instead. I'm not used to it at all, and it took me a while to get them in, but I do quite like the result. It's a bit frizzier, less prim, than the pin-curls, although a few of the back curls fell out by the end of the day. Practice, practice! If I have patience, but I might just stick to the pins simply for speed.

(Photos taken by John M.)