I've never been a bridesmaid so I don't know what it's like to have a closet full of unwanted, rumpled, depressed, frou-frou.
My frou-frou sees quite enough use thanks very much:).
But I do love discovering these usually hideous, but sometimes gorgeously hopeful, spinster-frocks.
I like to imagine this 1960s, green, shimmery, silk gown is one of those wee dears that tip-toed blushing down the isle, only later to be grabbed, tugged, wet-down with toxic fruit punch and lastly fumbled with in a sweaty knee-trembler outside the local church hall.
No such action for this frock last night at my daughter's end-of-year Celebration of Learning.
But no matter how much I style this frock, it always grabs centre-stage.
Maybe it's the frill, maybe it's the colour, or maybe its just saturated in good times.
I love the beaded straps.
The first, fragrant frangipanis of summer.
What have you done with your bridesmaid dresses?