White lace tutuMonday, October 05, 2015
I thought my days of dreaming of wearing a lace tutu were over after quitting ballet age 10; the regret of never having danced en pointe occasionally pops back into my head. The weirdness of standing like a frog was balanced out with good posture for a few years until I shook off both traits. These days I'm not even sure I can muster a good toes-naughty toes but hey ho, that's 20 years of life under the bridge.
Where was I? Oh yes, the lace tutu. I wouldn't have bought it at all without the enabling of Hazel on a shopping trip to Norwich a while ago. I thought it was too short (and too young for me) but was informed otherwise and bought it anyway. I do love the cuteness of it. The off-white tuile is something I wouldn't usually reach for but all bets are off for summer. Last outing for the floral crown for this year? More than likely.
Neon pink mesh jumper? Check! Why not?. It's perfect for warm days. The warm days are numbered now. Could this weekend have been the last hurrah of summer? Hmmm.