The last time I wore yellow was back in the 70s when, even in an era not reknowned for it's sartorial elegance, I managed to excel in the role of Fashion Victim.
My Yellow Moment came in Biba's Department Store Kensington High Street, when I was totally smitten by a buttercup-bright cheesecloth pinafore smock, perfect for my lacy layered Milkmaid Look. A fashion faux-pas of larger proportions is yet to be seen!
Still cringing at the thought of resembling lemon curd on short legs (believe me, there are NO photos to share!!) recent yellow-flavoured posts from the fabric of my life and ilovemyhouse got me thinking that maybe enough time had passed to dip a toe in the sunshine waters once again.
Washed and pressed, I slipped it on in the quiet of my bedroom, opened my eyes in front of the mirror. . .and cringed.
I swapped flats for wedges, tied hair up and hair down. Necklace bracelets and brooch. A cardi, a denim jacket, stiff petticoats wide belt and pumps, nothing made any difference.
Ted loves the dress, my best friend loves the dress. Even I love the dress- just not on me!
We look in the mirror and see what we see.
Sometimes it's really there
and sometimes it isn't.
And the dress. . .I've listed it this week on eBay- for someone who shines in yellow more brightly than I do!