Never grow up. Growing older is inevitable but growing up is optional. I like to think I'm maintaining a relatively satisfactory balance at this. It's a toughie, isn't it, when you think back to how your parents or grandparents or even great grandparents may have been behaving at your age. I can say with absolute certainty that none of them would have been wearing this dress in their thirties. As a teenager I thought people in their thirties were old, in the sense of maturity. The more the years creep by the younger my thinking gets. Make up-schmakeup; if you can't handle my natural face then we're probably going to have trouble getting along. Yes, I love to pop a bit of eyeliner and mascara on, but no, I'm no longer painting myself into looking like someone else. It's been around a year now and hand on heart, I feel more comfortable with my skin than ever before.
My hair is wilder than ever after a two year skive from the hairdresser but in reality I
really ought to get it trimmed as the ends are so so so dry. But as a general style, every day manangement and the overall appearance is one I am over the moon with. Wild suits me. I'm rustic.
This Dress! A charity shop find a month or so ago. It's Henry Holland and such a delight in all respects; bold summer floral print, almost saintly crochet peter pan collar while verging on being indecently short. The cut is a miraculously flattering one, giving a fitted bodice, a bit of flare to the skirt and styling to the capped sleeves. An instant favourite.
I'm making no compromises on how I choose to dress.
Sophie
