I was in San Diego the other day and somehow I was able to convince my husband that I needed to go to Anthropologie. Not wanted but needed. So he took me. And I went.
And I tried some stuff on. Not all of the stuff, but a lot of the stuff. Enough of the stuff.
I even broke my word and bought a stuff.
It was an accident.
It tricked my sale-only-heart with its full-priced-gleaming-only-one-left-in-my-size-and-I-shall-perish-if-it-is-not-in-my-closet-sheen.
I think next time I shall bring sunglasses.
That sheen is tricky stuff.
I need immunity.
Is there a hidden idol for that? Best look in these clothes to see if it’s there:
First, what did I wear? It is the Talisman Peasant Dress I bought on sale with my birthday discount and a gift card.
It is easy.
And I like that. Especially when I am leaving the house at six in the morning.
Of course after I left Anthropologie and my son and husband picked me up, my son looked me up and down and said, “Have you been wearing that all day?”
“Um, yes,” I said. “And yesterday.” TMI?
“Oh. I thought maybe you accidentally stole it.”
Then I remembered the conversation we had the day before when the two ladies at the shoe store were distraught over a shoe box that someone had switched their old shoes in for the new pair.
But I had to ask him, “You don’t think I would do that, do you?”
“No. But I can see you accidentally doing that.”
First I tried on the most gorgeous dress. It is the Azure Lace Dress. I have had my eye on this dress for awhile. I love the color.
This is the dress my husband liked the best out of all of the things I tried on.
Of course, I am waiting for sale and I also have the size six petite in my wishlist for a bit of a shorter cut after I saw this blogger wear it that way. I think it is genius. The picture above is a regular size six.
Then I tried on a dress the salesgirl put in my dressing room. It was my size and I loved the color, so I figured, why not? I did not try the other neon green dress she left.
I really liked the Azalea Stitched Dress. Not enough to purchase it, because it was not completely “me,” but enough that I did caress it a bit in the dressing room.
What? You know you do it, too.
Then I tried on the prettiest dress called the Nanda Maxi Dress. I adored it (a nicer way of saying I caressed it, too… I might have a problem). It still cost a little too much for me, because it is sleeveless and the top does not quite sit right. But it did get added to my wishlist. I am wearing a size small. The Suzani pattern inspiration is gorgeous.
I admired the color of The Rokin Dress online and it did not disappoint in real life.
I will say if you are busty or hippy you might want to size up. I am wearing an 8 in these pictures. It is a sturdy dress and I love the pattern. The bodice is a bit odd as shown in the previous picture.
I really like it paired with a Pilcro Denim Jacket. I am wearing a medium and it is the size I would purchase.
I gladly put on the Solana Swing Dress that I have admired for over a month and the only disappointing thing about it was the price.
Because of its simplicity I would need it at a reduced price. I am wearing a medium and I like the oversize look.
I especially like it with a denim jacket (same Pilcro Denim Jacket from above).
I also tried the jacket on with the gorgeous Petaluma Skirt, because it was on the last chance rack and it happened to be my size (small), but I did not bring a top in to try with it.
This skirt is so pretty. I had kind of yawned at its appearance online (I know! How rude!). I thought it would be just like all of the other feminine tulle skirts out there.
But it is not tulle.
And it is a-mazing in person.
I drooled over it. I do not think it is quite me, but romantic feminine stylists will love it. I can see both Deniz from Dressed Up Deniz and Liz from With Wonder And Whimsy styling this skirt with grace.
A surprising 10 out of 10.
I might have to have it one day.
It had to happen.
One moment I am posing in a ladylike skirt.
And the next moment, I get so hot and sweaty I refuse. Refuse. To put on pants.
No one will know.
I’ll just take pictures like this.
Tricked you, didn’t I?
Yes, I am so stealthy with these awful closeup shots of this beautiful Prateria Top.
I all ready own a very similar top, ahem, called the Frangipani Top (link goes to my post styling it). It is in my wishlist. I can be patient.
For information’s sake, I am wearing a six and wishlisted an 8. I have large arms and I found the sleeves to be tight in my regular size. It is a beautiful top.
However for just a little more, you can get the dress version.
“All right. All right. All right,” said in my best Matthew McConaughey impression.
This dress is a swing dress. It is going to, hmmm, what is the word I am thinking of… Oh, yes, swing away from your body. It is not meant to be figure hugging. It is not that kind of dress. It is supposed to have a balloon shape. And it has to have tight arms and be short to offset the fabric and show a hint of a figure. I also happen to know you can drink half of a bottle of wine, and eat a quarter pound of pasta salad and two slices of pizza and still look exactly the same before and after that little bit of gluttony.
And that is All right.
This is the dress. The one I could not leave without. It is called the Inez Swing Dress. The one that made me break my sale-only rule just days after posting I had a sale-only rule. It is my only purchase of the month at Anthropologie that cost more than $9.95.
You can’t help
who what you fall in love with.
I knew this dress had to be mine. I was having a low self esteem day. This dress made me feel better.
It also brought back memories.
Who can put a price on those?
I am not ruthless enough to turn my back on a dress formed of memories.
I took an eight in it to accommodate my arms. The same arms that hugged this dress all of the way home.
Have you tried on anything lately? Do you ever succumb to temptation simply based on what the item of clothing reminds you of? I guess Sophmore year of high school needed to be reminisced, because it cost me one full priced dress.
I suppose that is better than a letterman’s jacket.
Or the boy twenty two years before who did not appreciate the dress from the past.
Patches are sexy.
P.S. In June, I posted early summer reviews, in case you missed them.