I was looking through my photo library trying to find a picture of myself holding an avocado (don’t ask) when I noticed that I’ve been wearing the same Hush dress* for about a month. It’s the easiest, comfiest summer dress of the year so far – basically an oversized t-shirt with pockets – and I’ve worn it with sandals, flip-flops, trainers, walking boots, bare feet and cowboy boots. Sign of a good dress, that is.
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Although, it is quite short. If you get it then don’t bend over. Good God, it’s only when you catch yourself bending over in the mirror (whilst doing up a child’s sandals, for example) that you realise quite how horrendous a view the bending-over-view really is. And I mean for pretty much anyone, not just for me. It’s just a very bad, bad angle unless you’re in private. Even then, bloody hell.
In my imagination, that view of myself looks like something from the Helmut Newton Sumo book (get it here*, if you don’t own it – it’s possibly the best coffee table book of all time); smooth, sunkissed thighs topped with frippy bits of black lace, the toned curve of the buttocks just visible beneath the hem of the accidentally-on-purpose hoiked-up dress. In reality, it’s like a relief map of the surface of Mars, twice, topped with M&S cotton pants in a washed-out beige colour. Grim.
But this dress doesn’t blow upwards in the wind, ...