Buttercup's Frocks

I know, I know. I don’t post an ootd for aeons, then I post two back to back. What can I say? I’ve been busybusybusy, (see previous post), and a bit sorry for myself, (not entirely without reason but we won’t be going there today), and I just haven’t been feeling it, y’know? Come to think of it I look rather like I’m not feeling it in the above, and that’s not true because I totally was. Anyway, this frock…

It’s the Evans skater dress I’ve been seeing other people wearing quite a lot but only recently got a chance to have a go on myself. This is because Evans shut down two large, well stocked local branches in order to open up the pokey, useless, badly stocked farce that is the Westfield branch. This would be the Westfield that prides itself on providing a dazzling shopping experience to rival Oxford Street. Which it probably does if you’re a size 10. Any bigger and even the Evans offers you sweet bugger all. Nary a stich of Clements Ribeiro to be seen and it’s the only plus size retailer in the place. So imagine my shock when I finally got my hands on this dress.

The proportions, for once, are perfect. The waist hits the precise place mine used to be before I hit the menopause; the skirt flares just so, and the length hits me just on the knee. The viscose jersey is stretchy but not clingy and the scooped neckline is perfection – i.e. low but not so low as to reveal my cleavage. In other words it’s the perfect work frock. (I should state, in the interest of full disclosure, that I normally roll the sleeves up so they don’t hang below the sleeves of my cardi but this was a genuine ootd shot and, unbeknownst to me, they’d come adrift during the course of the day).

I don’t mind telling you I was chuffed to bollocks to find this apparently unworn Chesca jacket in one of my local charity shops. On average a Chesca jacket will set you back a hundred and fifty smackers; this one cost me a tenner. It’s a fraction longer than I’d like but it has teeny white polkadots on it and I love the way the shoulders and lapels are cut. Normally I hate myself in a blazer – I went to a posh school with a heinous uniform so it’s probably a hangover from my teens – but I really like this one with the dress. The brooch gifted to me by Lenora is a lobster, in case you were wondering. I have three lobster brooches and counting. I’m planning to wear a whole school of them on my denim jacket this summer.

Is ‘school’ the right word to describe a bunch of lobsters?