There are a lot of things I enjoy about Summer… Cold cider in London beer gardens, smiling faces, the hot and sweaty underground… cold cider in London beer gardens. Chosing my summer wardrobe is not one of them. As a huge fan of black (my very favourite colour), gold and fur I find dressing for winter a heady mix of Russian bond girls/Cruella Deville. However since I have failed to be blessed with the thighs of a baby giraffe I refuse point-blank to wear any kind of short skirt or short short without the cover of darkness (60 denier opaques). The summer always poses the deep question of ‘what the fu*k am I going to wear?’. This year I have decided to leave shorts to the kids, embrace my inner lady and channel the lovely Betty Draper. Lucky for me this season the mini skirt is dead and the midi will be enjoying crustless sandwiches at its wake.
I’m going to purchase this for starters:
Miss Selfridge Navy Pleated Gold Belt Dress. and leave my legs exactly where they should be : Your imagination.
