Dress: stolen from my mother’s closet (or rather suitcase, as I nabbed it from her while we were both on vacation in Nova Scotia); Shoes, Zara Brazil.
What I love the most about this dress is that it requires no accessories at all. Originally, I’d been wearing earrings, a ring, and a bracelet, but as I did my makeup and touched up my hair, I took all accessories off, and let my potato-sack of a dress speak for itself.
This was my Saturday night outfit, which I wore out for dinner with the Easy Eleven Dinner Club – a group whose numbers change every dinner, so the name is reestablished at the beginning of every meal (Dirty Dozen, Sloppy Sixteen, etc), but always reflects the nature of the group: funny, entertaining, and fun. And fun it was, even if the food and service weren’t exemplary. Granted, after downing three gin martinis, what isn’t fun?
Also: SANDALS, bitches. Not just peep toes. Sandals. Rejoice!
Photos by Aarron of FOATography.ca!