Ok, so it's one of those shaving the legs days. SUN and no clouds, which means it's time for a dress. Plus I have a rather fancy work lunch at Scott's today, so I need to wear something that isn't jersey. Jersey, as an aside, is very nice and comfortable, but not right for chatting to Sir Stuart Rose in.
So I've plumped for this floral dress. I love the print, but pre-pregnancy, I found the length a bit awkward and the general shape a bit, um, blurgh. Now though, with my new dimensions, it has somewhere from which to hang. Dresses are a funny thing when you're pregnant. Especially for me, a previous dress addict. Pre-pregnancy, you (I) wore lots of really girlie, roomy numbers that looked kind of cute, or at least I hope they did. Now though, cute is a word I want to permanently erase from my sartorial vocabulary. There is nothing cute about a big, fat pregnant woman in frills. This dress, though floral, is simple enough in it's cut to just about be acceptable. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself today.
Tucker dress
Bloch ballet flats
General jewellery mismatch
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