It might have been snowing in Monday’s post, but that was Monday, wasn’t it?
Now it’s Friday, and it’s officially spring. Well, it is in my bedroom, anyway, which is where I took these photos, on account of it still being WAY too cold outside for a dress like this one. And what a dress it is, huh?
(And yeah, I AM sniffing fake flowers in that top photo. If you think that’s bad, you should’ve been there last week, when I walked into Terry’s mum’s house, and started enthusiastically sniffing the bunch of flowers I spotted sitting by the window. “Those are fake flowers, Amber,” pointed out Terry’s mum. And, well, they might be fake, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to be shown some respect, does it? I mean, it might make them really sad to hear us speak about them like that: you never know. So I will continue sniffing fake flowers, if that’s all the same to you…)
Wait: what was I talking about? Oh yeah: the dress!
The dress in question is Priscilla, by the Pretty Dress Company, and some of you might recall me obsessing over her last year, in a post in which I made up a completely fictional life for both Priscilla and her fellow Pretty Dresses. It was a little bit weird, to be honest. From that point on, however, I couldn’t get Priscilla out of my mind, so when the Pretty Dress Company asked if I’d like to style one of their dresses, I knew exactly who to ask for. WHAT to ask for, I mean. I really have to stop thinking of dresses as people, don’t I? And also to stop thinking of artificial flowers as sentient beings, who might have their feelings hurt. I’ll start making a list of all of these things I have to remember as soon as I finish writing this post, I promise.
Well, Priscilla duly arrived, and was every bit as beautiful as I’d hoped. She was, however, a little bit large in the bodice, so she had to go and be taken in a notch, but with that done, I think she’s pretty much perfect. One of the main things I love about this dress is the fact that it reminds me of sunshine: or what I’d like to imagine sunshine might look like if it was poured into a dress, anyway. That, of course, is why I couldn’t resist holding those matching yellow sunflowers: they’re my favourite flower, for exactly the same reason. Well, by the end of February, any reminder that spring is coming sounds all right to me…