Three Dresses

POSEUR: The things I do to avoid some good, honest work.

While I'm in the throes of my Honours thesis draft (read: drinking coffee and looking wistfully at a pile of books) I thought I'd take a break from all of that hectic procrastination and ... procrastinate. More to the point, I thought I'd dress up in three of the dresses I've picked up in the last couple of months.

In the last week or so I've developed a torrid love for 1940's clothing and I've been chasing 40s toppers and fit-n-flare coats all over the internet. This is definitely a side-effect of rewatching Charlotte Gray. However, these dresses are all from the 1950s and early 60s. They're also quite summery. And as my city is plunging into winter, I wonder what I'm going to wear them with so as not to freeze?

I also purchased a 1930's lavender toile teddy recently. It's beautiful, but sadly (and stupidly) I misjudged the tiny bust size, as well as the fact that the bust would have to somehow make it over my shoulders in order for me to wear it. The scene where I tried to put on this simple piece of clothing will remain etched in my memory as one of the most slapstick moments of my life. So it will have to go. Sad times.


Why am I wearing sunglasses indoors? Because there is nobody in the world who deserves to see my Saturday morning face ... especially before it falls into place.


Early 60's long-sleeved lace and chiffon dress. I bought this to replace another dress which has a similar skirt, but the style is much more little girl-esque. I'm heading into my mid-twenties - little girl is not quite the look I'm aiming for. Back view.





Don't worry, I'm not about to fall! I always lean on my heels like this. I really shouldn't, it's a terrible habit.


This dress is the current contender for BEST DRESS EVER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I bought it a couple of months ago and had to hem and repair it, but god was it worth it! It's made of cream and pink checked raw silk and buttons all the way up the back:


Uh-mazing.


Okay, I'm off to write Very Important Things ... or bake biscuits ...