Then there’s the Liberty smock dress. My intuition told me the dress would most probably not suit me, but I wanted to buy it anyway, to be a woman who could look dainty in a loose, old-fashioned dress. All clavicles and flatness. Buying the dress was a rejection of my body, which would not fit the image of me in the dress that I had in my head.
from I’ve Been Single for Decades. The Effect on My Finances Has Been Staggering. via Jessica Stanley
Not a Liberty smock, but somewhat equivalent. I removed this recently acquired pinafore from my life today. When I bought it I had grand visions of myself as a fabulously arty-crafty pinafore wearing lady, swanning about confidently doing all manner of fabulously arty-crafty things.
Mostly I looked kind of dumpy and frumpy. I really am more suited to less voluminous garments with defined waists.
The pockets were quite excellent though.
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Laughing about that quoted paragraph to myself because I have bought another version of that dress, and finally someone has articulated the wrongness perfectly.
It’s brilliant isn’t it? I felt very seen 🙂
Probably time to take that lens to the rest of the wardrobe!