Dammit Darlene!

You can get away with anything in a floral frock.
Makes a girl look like a nice, sweet thing from a country town who works part-time in the local library.
But if that frock should be from the early 1960s and cut tight around the knees with a bit of a cape, well, there's gonna be hell to pay.
Say hi to Darlene, an oh-so-innocent cotton summer frock.

Darlene loves turning up empty-handed at picnics, goes to the best Tupperware parties in town and never buys a thing, always forgets her lunch money and doesn't mind at all if some one nice from the library wants to spot her lunch.  Or a tenner for that matter.

Darlene is also a wee bit of a fibber.  Just little ones mind you.  She's just the type to force a gal to take the last cookie out of the jar, leave just before it's her round to make an urgent nail appointment, only to give her admirers a goodbye wiggle out the door.

Of course all is forgiven, thanks to Darlene's charms.

From all angles, Darlene has a lot to offer a girl.

This lovely little frock was a gift from the kind and generous Cry of Thru My Mind's Eye.
I've called her Darlene and there's no going back after the reactions from the public at large when I wore her two days in a row.
I kid you not, I saw a fella sitting outside a cafe drinking coffee and he missed his mouth.  
Oh dear.
I blame Darlene.

Who me?

Thank you so much Cry for this wonderful gift. 
Darlene will always have a loving home:).
Desiree xo