Like many girls I have always loved dressing up. As a child I spent many happy hours in theatre dressing rooms gazing at the beautiful costumes that all played their part in a story. Dresses and stories have been synonymous for me ever since. It is so easy nowadays to see clothing as something that is easily replaced and forgotten to make way for the new, however everything we have worn has been part of our life stories in some way, clothing us as it would a character in a novel or play. Woven into the fabric becomes memories, places, people... How wonderful it would be if we could know the history of all those vintage and second hand things we buy... I have dresses that I must sell but I don't want to lose the memory that each one holds. Here is my personal space to recall each ones story as I say goodbye...

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

The Milan Maxi

Having to develop a range of sleeping positions on a 36 hour coach trip to Milan is no excuse for not wearing a pretty dress. This little darling kept me warm enough as I snuggled up under blankets and was perfect (if a little crumpled) as I stepped out into the sunny Milanese morning! En route it met lots of lovely people with me including a Hungarian animator and a crazy little lady from Rimini and still managed to look fab later in the week (after an iron) with my Italian suntan.

 

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