So, tumblr, I cracked and bought the Monsoon frock I featured in my last outfit post because it was giving me sleepless nights. And, as I’m sure you’ll agree, a frock that causes one to toss and turn is clamouring to be bought. Even if one is vastly overdrawn. In fact, especially if one is vastly overdrawn. Funny how that works.
I am insanely in love with this print, which puts me in mind of Russian lacquerware with its intricate patterns and dramatic, jewel-like punch. I am incidentally of Russian extraction myself on three sides. Regrettably of the peasant not the Imperial variety, hence my build, soulful eyes and hereditary diabetes. Well, can’t win ‘em all.
(Image cheekily stolen off eBay. Please don’t sue me, eBay seller!)
(Ditto. Actually I tell a lie; I nicked this one off Pinterest. They nicked it off eBay. Whatever. I’m sure you’re getting my drift).
I sized down to a 20 with this one as the 22 really hung off me. So, larger fats, if you fancy it, I reckon a 24 – or even a pear-shaped 26 – could well be in luck. It’s an A-line shift, like a less exaggerated version of the AOS Curve swing dress and is made of medium-weight viscose jersey.
Hah! Not Russian Red! (It would have clashed).
When I was little, my paternal grandmother used to have some Russian lacquerware and I was fascinated by it. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, and how much she has influenced my taste, particularly the elements of my taste which some folks might find a little questionable. I have a post about her in the pipeline.