I mentioned that on my trip to Harrogate I was thrown back to the 1950s. I’ve been craving strawberry milkshakes with cherries on top. I’ve been making strawberry milkshakes with cherries on top. Not cool, not for my waistline or my face. I’ll just have to accept that I’ll never look like Zooey Deschanel. Or my compromise-celebrity-body-double…Mila Kunis.
Here’s the thing with dressing for the 50’s. A lot of it depends on your complexion (I think). Pale is Pretty, but you have to have a totes clear face. I drink bazillions of coffees a day, so my skin ain’t flawless by a longshot.
Enter my plan to drink loads more water.
But in lieu of that, I have compiled a 50s wardrobe from by very own belongings that I already have (with exception of the bow, although I do have bows). You will notice that the Travelling Cupcake Truck dress has proved very versatile of late….
Ugh, doesn’t a tulle skirt & breton combo just reek of elegance?
Pretty things, every day, please!