Monday, September 30, 2013

Old faithful.


Every girl owns that one dress in their stash, that one dress that when she puts it on she feels fine, that one dress that you know you can chuck on and you'll look presentable, that one dress that you can feel invisible and invincible in. This is my dress.

This dress was given to me by a friend, Anna, when I worked at a book store over 4 years ago. From recollection, Anna purchased it from a second hand store between here and Napier. Anna always dresses well, impeccable actually. Her hair always looks like shes just stepped out of a salon and she always has runway fresh accessories. Anna did an English Literature degree while we worked at the book store, she then became an accountant and now she is a fashion designer. I will always love her for thinking of me and giving me this dress.

As you'll see, the dress has big pockets (I can fit three beers in each). It also has a low back, a bit sexy, which I like. And it can actually be reversed. I'll take a picture later of it the other way around. In this picture I have my Chucks on as I have to walk to work. I'd usually wear it with sheer tights and chucks or heels. I'll 'recreate' that look later.

I wore this dress to my Grandfather's funeral. It was a very very hot Central Otago day. I wept all over it. At first I thought I shouldn't wear it again, but I like that every now and then I think of him during the days I wear it and remember being surrounded by hundreds of his friends and family as we remembered him, my shit-stirring, hard-working, loyal Grandfather Graeme. 



Sunday, September 29, 2013

The first day of blogging, the last day in pants.

frock

[frok] 
noun
1.
a gown or dress worn by a girl or woman.
 
I've made a promise, a promise to a friend (well actually a few), to wear a dress every day for October. Frocktober, as it's known, will see me open up one of my stashes to see what is in there, and more importantly, what needs to go. I have a stash of clothing that is in serious need of a filter. I'm going to wear a dress a day, take a picture and if I don't like it, it has to go. The picture will act as a memorial to the frock.

Today, however, was the last day I wore pants for 31 days. I fucking love pants.

black denim, for life.