Posted on | April 27, 2011 | 1 Comment
Chilly, damp, and dreary spring weather, you are officially banished. My spirit and my wardrobe can take no more. I’m ready for lighter, brighter clothing, like this floaty dress from Twigs (1925 Monroe Street, Madison). I would put it together with a wide-brimmed hat, classic shades, and a handbag big enough to hold enough stuff for a whole day’s adventure. The ensemble is ready for anything a warm day might bring: a stroll to the farmer’s market, an outdoor concert, or drinks on a restaurant patio or a friend’s porch at twilight.
Never mind that this summer, I’m more likely be found waddling in flip flops and maternity shorts. (Just typing the words “maternity shorts” makes me shudder). Then, come July, I’ll probably be shuffling around in my yoga pants in a sleep-deprived haze with a crying newborn strapped to my body in a sling. But I won’t think about that. I’d much rather imagine myself pushing an old-fashioned pram (with an angelic, sleeping baby, of course), wearing this outfit.