The past two years I've kind of gone a little ridiculous for Easter. Last year was relatively normal but on the prim side, while the year before was positively confectionary. I'm just never gonna get over Easter dresses, or outfits, I think. I don't know why I take it as an excuse, more than any other holiday, to be really traditionally girly in my dress, really pastel. Maybe it's more of an Easter costume but, I kind of look forward to it all year. My Easter dress is up there with birthday dresses in terms of scouting months before for the perfect one.
Dress: Vintage from
Which is a rather heavy-handed segue but, let's chalk it up to being out of practice blog-writing-wise. Last summer, in the early days of August, I spent a few days preparing and then parading around in a vintage fashion show for Laura's Vintage. It was really a dream, and one of the dresses I ended up wearing came home with me that week, on my birthday. I had every intention of wearing it to some fancy cocktail evening but, as always, things got away from me and this absolute dream-puff of a dress sat tucked away safe in my closet for an entire half-birthday away.
And then before I knew it Easter was around the corner and I thought, well, I suppose I've already got the perfect dress.
It was probably the most perfect Sunday in a long time, breezy and warm and sunny to blindness, so this lemon meringue dress practically glowed in the sun, and gave us all intense pangs for spring and summer in the deep middle of our bellies (soon enough we'll be sick on sun, the way everyone seems to have collectively hated winter by the end of it).
I wore the flower crown all day, though I eventually swapped out the yellow dotted dress for a less intense frock for baking purposes, and I anticipate it'll pop up here and again throughout the summer. I still haven't let go of them after the summer of Lana that happened two years ago.