I bought this dress last summer. I liked the splodgy, colourful hearts that looked a bit like leopard print. At the time, I was about six months postpartum and welcomed the way it skimmed over my soft, doughy tummy.
Now, it hangs weirdly from my chest. The sleeves are elasticated and roll up frequently. And the length doesn’t do much for me. The hem cuts my leg off at the widest part of my calf, creating a block effect. It didn’t make my cull, despite the strong case for it to go, so I thought I’d wear it today to see why. I tried styling it with a belt, a red cardigan and loafers, but nothing worked.
It’s comfortable, I still like the splodges and I felt fine in it, but with so few redeeming features, it’s never going to make it out of the wardrobe. So, it’s au revoir to the midi. Au revoir.
Dress, Hush; boots, H&M; glasses, Prada.
freckle. 