This dress is one of those things that didn’t quite fit when I bought it. Gapping at the bosom, as is the bane of my existence.
But then I lot a bit of poundage and the buttons, they did close!
It was clearly too big in other, unflattering ways. Like, I can pull the fabric out to the sides about 3 inches away from my body on either side under my armpits.
But even though it fits like a fool in her mammy’s clothes, I make do with a belt and the inherent delight in a dress with a bicycle print.
Behold! Ginormous bosom! And Bicycles!
I have a thing for Anthropologie. Like, possibly a pathological thing. Nothing makes me close my eyes and pass over the credit card like this store does. I keep a wishlist running at all times, updated regularly. And I check to see what’s gone on sale every Tuesday (which is when they list new sale stuff).
So, of course I perked right up when I got wind of a new Anthro spin-off with a wedding slant. BHLDN launched on Monday, because nothing says Valentine’s Day like $WEDDING!$
No surprises here – it’s beeeyootiful. I love that there are several wedding gowns in colors that are not white. Lots of textures and patterns. Definitely not your ubiquitous strapless sateen here.
The little sparkly buttons up the back and especially on the sleeve here are just so girlishly wonderful that I have to say “devine.”
Except I bet my arm would never fit in a sleeve like that.
And also, doesn’t that elbow skin look weird? I know some people have weird elbow things, but not me. Just right now. With *that* elbow. Anyway.
Cerulean details! Gorgeous Victorian pendant with two different cords. All the mis-matchy faux vintage goodness! <swoon>
Ever since I started going to weddings in England, I feel vaguely obsessed with hats and fascinators. No idea how you manage to pull it off. I suspect that you just stick it on there and then take more of your daily recommended dose of “fuck it. i’m a bad ass.”
Once I started poking around at the idea of a wedding hat, I learned that they’re really quite expensive. And around these parts, what you can find is really more of the church-going-black-lady type of hat, rather than the horsey-English-wedding sort.
So BHLDN has got a bunch of hair accessories, all of which you’d definitely have to be a bit ballsy to rock. And oh, how I long to rock ballsily. And now, I also long to laugh with my other bride friends while we hold our pagoda parasols, too.
Many days, I have a plan for what I’m going to wear. I will have a vision to combine a green argyle cardigan with a maroon tweed skirt. This particular vision startled my HR lady into saying “so many patterns and colors!”
Or I’ll pair my black and white striped sweater with a colorful silk scarf tied around my neck in a big bow, cropped jeans and black boots. I got many comments about the Frenchness that day and I wondered if I were wearing a costume more than an outfit.
Admittedly, a lot of days, I’m just wearing the same jeans over and over with various t-shirts and layering bits. I don’t always have these inspired visions. Mostly I’m just trying to not be naked.
Today I wasn’t inspired and I would have loved nothing more than to just put on my same old jeans, a concert t-shirt and a cardigan. But I was having a dirty hair problem. Too dirty for public display. And my interest in showering was – 38. I’m classy like that.
I concocted a plan. A head scarf! I covered up all the grimy hair with a fancy scarf. In fact, the very same scarf that I had around my neck with the Frenchness. In order to make this seem like a normal thing to wear, I also put on a blousy white shirt with puffy sleeves. And since the shirt is rather voluminous, I put a big belt on top of it.
It started to turn into a gypsy costume.
So I added a big chunky silver bangle, some silver dangly earrings and some boots.
Here you have some evidence, thanks to a handy iphone self portrait.
Take note of:
Blousy white shirt
Someone at my office has already called me a pirate, so, that’s a win for me, right?