I nosedived once again into my closet and found accessories to take this dress from evening to casual and of course, work, so if you have a sheath dress, give the looks a try. I've taken the liberty of adding mini histories to each piece.
The pearl earrings are my sister's and were innocently left behind. The necklace I saw on a friend a few years back. I figured then that if I were to ever wear pearls, it would not be in an ordinary string. The coral clutch sat on display, watching me watch it while I was waiting in T's Closet in the alley opposite Oranje School. We left together the next day, if I recall correctly. My shoes are old GUESS sandals. I believe I found them in Marshalls during a Puerto Rican trip a few years back.
This taupe sweater is so comfy with two square pockets on the side and a myriad of buttons at the end of each sleeve . I bought it at the Zara Outlet on the "French" side. My stripe bag is an oldie goldie and goes way back to 2005 or '06 when I spent Christmas in Guadeloupe. The only thing is because of the small hoop handles, it is not comfortable to carry if its contents are heavy.
Yes, my hair is sticking out to send a wave your way. For the life of me, I am trying to recall when this belt surfaced. It's the braided or weaved sort and way too long. The shirt is on its ninth month and soon ready to die after frequent use. I love its color against my skin. I got this one from Gatsby across from the police station, but most stores carry them. At last, those shoes, Franco Sarto's. I walked away from those bad boys because the thick heels and I did not agree. Then I changed my mind. A pair of quality shoes on sale at Liz Clariborne, why not.
I hope you found something useful as well as inspiring.
It's Friday again. And I've been thinking if there ever will be a day when I am not mistaken for a child or a teenager. It has its perks, but often times I wish people could stop being so superficial. I've leaped over that thin line between girly and just plain woman a number of times, long jumped if you please,yet there are those special people I meet who send me right back over into the little girl's corner. Me? I am resting my legs, no more jumping. I don't have to prove anything to them.
I remember waiting in line at the airport parking lot a few months back. I was anxious to get to my ride, so I had my keys out long before I paid for parking. The security posted there had the nerve to watch me up and down and ask me if I am not too young to drive. Honestly speaking, I don't remember what I told him as all these experiences are melting into one. Maybe I answered optimistically. Maybe I put him in his place. Then, in the dress I was wearing, I felt undeniably like a woman, albeit a little one.
This is another dress I found in my closet (found because it has been overlooked so many times). It makes me feel like an "Alice in Wonderland". It's one of those dresses I would, if I even bother too, wonder what would "they" take me for: woman or girl. It seemingly places me on the line itself and I am not bothered by it. As a matter of fact, I had tremendous fun in this number exploring Loterie Farm.
When was the last time someone mistake you for almost half your age? What happened?