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Hidden In The Ocean

The title is pretty apt as this dress was found in the dredges of my wardrobe when I was packing all those months ago, but also because of the colour. The reason why I didn't wear this gem until now was because there was a hideous net-type thingy underneath the lining and I didn't know how to cut it out
without ruining it. I thought about selling it but I still really loved the dress so grabbed my scissors and started cutting, and thankfully there was no damage whatsoever.
Dress: ASOS^
Cardigan: South (via Very)^
Leggings: South (via Very)
Shoes: Dorothy Perkins^
You're not really able to tell in the pictures but this dress is shorter than I'd normally wear as I never used to be a fan of things above the knee; one because I'm a 40s/50s vixen so the dresses I normally wear fit with that era, and two, because climbing stairs and having everyone see everything isn't my idea of a good time. Having said that, I've found that as I've gotten older my hem lines are getting slightly shorter and I think this is also to do with having a better relationship with my body in general. I just feel more confident and find myself caring less and less about what I'm not "supposed" to show, but instead just wearing whatever the heck I want. I've never felt more comfortable in my skin.
I love the print as it reminds me of the ocean (I will forever be a mermaid living on land). The dress is well fitted at the top and the skirt has a lovely fullness to it which allows the vintage girl in me to smile. A great dress that'll look fab with chunky boots and thick tights - a girl needs variety!

'til next time.

Love and hugs,

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