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ace & jig

Yes Please.

Dresses.

How I love thee.

(For a few hours.)

Have you noticed how many amazing dresses are around right now?!

Yeah, that's exactly what my hair looks like after I "curl" it too.  :/

PS "You look like a rabbit."

These three dresses are so lovely. As I was looking at them, I started thinking back on dress shopping with my sister Kim, and then Elise. The fact that Elise brought me along on such a special day still touches my heart deeply and remains one of my most treasured memories. I just realized for the first time a fun detail: Kim brought along Tina with us girls and my mom when she went in search of her dream dress. Kind of fun when you see families tied in many ways.

Inspiration to learn to really sow. This vintage dress just stole my heart (Etsy is so very dangerous!) and while I can't imagine paying this price for a dress that is most likely too tiny for me (and would become a gift to my sister), I am nearly certain the back of this dress will end up in my dreams!

I finished it with the drivers door wide open, a warm breeze blowing through the car.  Not enough to tussle my navy sundress, yet it managed to blow the few wisps free of my pony tail and tickle my face.  I didn't want to go inside the house, afraid it would bring delays and put off finishing the book 'til bed.  So instead, when my mom pulled up into the drive, she discovered me still in my car with my head bowed in a book. She just laughed, said "dinner's ready" and walked inside. As I read the last line and folded away The Secret Lives of Dresses, I realized how aware I had been of all the details while reading it.  Sometimes a great book makes you lost to your own world, unaware of strangers watching your face that's overcome with pain or joy or worry. And other times, it enchants you in such a way that you're aware of the fabric of your dress, the soft cotton touching your knee, the breeze moving your hair, the smell of over-blossomed flowers in the garden and the grass in the next neighborhood being cut.  Sometimes a book wakes you up, and makes you pick out a dress you've owned three months and never worn.  I love how a book can affect and change you, even a small piece of delightful fiction. If you're looking for a light-hearted read this summer, please feel free to borrow my copy of The Secret Lives of Dresses. If you love vintage and the craft and power of a story, if you believe that people and even objects always have more to tell than you can read, than you'll enjoy this book. It's a delightful tale about growing up. It's refreshing from time to time to read a tale that doesn't strive to be boundary-pushing, dark or thrilling.  Instead, there's hurt, but there's also hope.  Your heart wont race you through the pages, but instead you'll keep turning the pages with a subtle little smile.

The joys of walking around downtown, in the sunshine, in a sundress with pockets.... So very wonderful.  If you don't know the feeling, I can't explain it... but yes, dresses with pockets really do make the world a better place, at least for the girl wearing the dress.  Dropped my iphone right in there (I just spelt that as "eyephone." weird) and trotted along the moderately clean streets as if they led through gardens and didn't smell like pee. :/  (The one downfall of summertime downtown. The smell.)

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