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DRESSEMBER, Day 7
Dress, Zara; scarf, River Island; cardigan, Topshop; bag, Marc by Marc Jacobs (c/o Shopbop); shoes, New Look
OK, so, after the blatant cheatiness of my first Dressember post, and the lateness of my second, you will no doubt be pleased – and by “pleased” I mean “completely indifferent” – to know that I AM actually wearing this dress today. Right now, in fact, as I type this. Yes, I am liveblogging my outfit. It’s almost like you’re right here with me, isn’t it? It doesn’t get more thrilling than this, folks, let me tell you.
(No, really, I’m being serious: it LITERALLY doesn’t get any more thrilling. Some days I wear green dresses, some days I wear black ones. That’s it. GOD.)
This dress is from Zara, which is also known in my family as “Amber’s Wardrobe”.
“I wish I had a walk-in closet,” I whined to my mum, earlier this year.
“You do,” she said. “It’s called ‘Zara’”. And it kind of is. Let’s just say that every night when Terry goes to bed, he says a small prayer of thanks that there isn’t a Zara in our town. And he isn’t even religious.
(Weird photo, included just to try to show the sparkliness of the cardigan…)
Anyway, I bought this dress while we were on holiday in California this year. Some people like to bring back real souvenirs from their trips, like, seashells, and local produce and… I have no idea, actually. Cheese? Wine? Wine and cheese? Er, tea towels? (We sometimes bring back tea towels emblazoned with a crappy picture of the place we’ve visited, for our parents. It’s a kind of running joke. We like watching their faces as they struggle to look thrilled by a tea towel which we bought as part of a “five for three euros” deal or something.)
Me, though, I like to treat clothes and shoes as my souvenirs. They’re better than seashells and stuff, because:
a) You can’t actually wear seashells. Unless you are Lady Gaga, in which case you probably can. And will.
b) They are just as evocative.
Every time I wear this dress, for instance, I remember the day I bought it, in Santa Monica. In fact, here I am, just a few minutes after the purchase was made, with the Zara bag right beside me, and an expression of pure bliss, which has nothing to do with the mojito in front of me, and is ALL ABOUT THE DRESS.
(Photo by my dad, who has a rare talent of capturing me in really awkward moments.)
(And yes, I wore a GREEN DRESS that day, GOD. You can already see how this Dressember business is going to pan out, can’t you?)
So now, as well as getting to be here with me while I wear it, it’s like you were also there when I bought it, no? It’s all getting a bit creepy now, to be honest, isn’t it? And it’s an awful lot of information about what is, let’s face it, a really boring black dress. Look, here are some shoes: