“When abroad in hot climates she wore a great many white dresses, said very little, and all the men in the hotel fell in love with her.”
- Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm
Naturally, just after I wrote a post yesterday praising Spring, we were graced with a snow flurry/rainstorm. And even more naturally it had all cleared off by 5pm and I walked to my car beneath blue skies and a crisp breeze. Living in the West subjects one to the most schizophrenic weather…
But snow flurry or no, I’m still doing my best to force the issue of Spring. Yesterday I wore a tangerine cardigan in defiance, and I came very close to actually working out for the first time in weeks – didn’t quite make it, but I will! No, honestly! Stop rolling your eyes.
In the meantime, I’m indulging my shopping bug by sticking to internet browsing and wishlisting – my birthday’s in two and a half months after all. Especially Shabby Apple’s new line “Roamin’ Holiday.” Shall we look at some pretty?
I wish I had (respectively) the figure and the aplomb/height to pull these beauties off! For some reason vivid greens like the top of the Gondola dress are calling to me these days (and paired with stripes!), and everyone needs the opportunity to wear a red Gypsy-esque dress like the Rosso at least once in their lives.
I am actually longing for someone to get married, pick me to be a bridesmaid and obligingly order me to wear this cream and coco appliqued Spanish Steps dress. And I’m belying my winter-imposed hatred of neutrals by admitting to being very fond of this cream jersey SPQR frock.
Isn’t this white Palatine Hill dress perfect for summer in the office? Growing up I remember getting a new Easter dress and hat to wear to church every Easter Sunday, and I’m thinking about resurrecting (pun? Or too sacrilegious?) the tradition in my old age, and this purples La Vita E’ Bella pretty might just suit the bill!
Honestly, the whole line is making me want to go on vacation. I’m getting stir crazy in this office! If I could, I’d snatch up that daring red Rosso frock, grab J. and gallop off to the Cinque Terre region of Italy to lay in the sun, eat good food, and go sailing to all the terra cotta colored villages tucked into the coast.
How about you, ducklings? You suddenly inherit a small fortune with the proviso that you go on holiday at once, where do you go?