After living in black leggings and a jumper for the whole of lockdown, I’m delighting in poncing about in bright floaty dresses with puffy sleeves and a frill.
I wear them with white trainers or big clumpy black boots. IDGAF if I look like Little house on the prairie. It’s just more joyful than lockdown.
(Tbf mine are more prints rather than floral but still, I like them). I love seeing the riot of frills and bright colours at work. So much more interesting that black, blue and grey suits.
Heaven forbid fat middle aged women enjoy wearing something colourful and roomy that has pockets, with a pair of comfortable shoes.
I took my daughter shopping this weekend. She bought parachute pants and a crop top. She looks like I did on the 90s. I had a moment’s nostalgia for the 90s trends that were everywhere. But I can’t wear on trend crop tops now. Trust me, no-one wants to see me in a crop top.
Anyway. I’m learning to see. If JL doesn’t want to sell me pretty dresses, I’ll make my own.