Last weekend I got very happy as I mooched around thrift stores and op shops and made some wonderful purchases. Obviously you'll see the wonderful in days to come but today I want to share the not so wonderful.
Like all opshoppers I have some rules and guidelines when I am mooching:
*Check the fabric. Is it hardy? Is it about to shatter? Are the seams sound? Buttons? Zips? All present and working?
*Do the light test: Can you see any holes when you hold it up to the light? Are there stains? Any evidence of insect feasting?
*Try it on. Does it fit? Is it comfortable? Does it suit you? Will you wear it?
*Check your purse. Can you afford it? Is it value for money?
First up was a wonderful blue seersucker dress that reminded me of Jessica Lang.
I was ready to go romping through fields of buttercups in this dress...
...but instead looked like I should be herding wildebeest or cooking for a shed full of shearers. No sale.
No matter - next up was a beautiful green silk number. I loved the print.
The cut, however, was horrible. I looked like the mother of the bride. A mother who really didn't like attending weddings. Also, I am certain those little berries are poisonous. Cute, but poisonous.
No luck there. Not to worry - I had the interesting blue shirt dress to try on!
I'm not sure what I found so interesting. The spots? The entirely unflattering palette? The way it made me look a little like a wildebeest?
I was very relieved that it didn't fit. C'est la vie. There's always one too the creamy silk meadow dress to restore my faith in dresses.
I love the print on this - pink and olive on cream silk. Heavenly.
Too bad it checked every negative box on the How Unflattering Is Your Dress survey. Frumpy? Check. Badly cut? Check. Print distorts rather than enhances your waistline? Check. Likely to enrage wildebeest and cause a stampede? Check.
Well, thank heavens for the lovely little cotton apron dress made from lovely vintage fabric.
Except it was entirely unflattering and miles too big around the back. The only time I could imagine wearing that is when my blue wildebeest-herding dress is in the wash. I'm fairly certain this dress would scare the wildebeest. I did like the pockets though, until I discovered a thick wad of tissues in one of them.
Sigh. Still, I have the blue shift dress. I love shift dresses - pair of boots, a long jangly necklace, bit of a headband and you're good to go.
Except it was about four sizes to big.
May as well get the last one over and done with. It's gaudy and frilly and possibly age-inappropriate and ...
So there it is - a lovely early autumn afternoon completely unmarred by unsuitable dresses.
Wait to you see the ones I bought. I think even the wildebeest would approve.
