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Everyone needs a makeshift ‘Carrie’ dress


No, I’m not talking about the pigs-blood soaked, prom dress Carrie, I’m talking about the column-writing, tutu wearing Carrie.

This “dress” is actually a skirt and I’ve blogged about it here. One of the things I really like about myself is being pixie height. Having maxi skirts means I can make a makeshift dress out of one, and this is what I did with this outfit.

A bunch of us went out last night for an all ladies dinner night. It was a dressy affair so wanted to make an impression with something fab, and this moment of genius hit me. I belted the skirt to give it shape – you all know how much I love belting my dresses, and it was definitely needed here. The affect is great and the belt gave the bottom the volume it needed to work; because of this, I kept the rest of the outfit really simple:

Skirt (Dress): Joy
Belt: Dorothy Perkins
Shrug: eBay
Tights: Boots
Shoes: Dorothy Perkins



There were 7 of us in total and we headed to the Lebanese restaurant, Noura. It was a fun, giggle fest with lots of great food. Here a a few random pics:


Table decor

I may have had more than one of these - Exotic Passion

One of our many starters

Crappy shot of gorgeous, Albert Bridge (through a car window)


I hope you’re all well. Enjoy your Bank Holiday :)

‘til next time!


Isha
Xxx

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