|Size very small. I still own it as well.|
It will be wall decoration...
I don't often fall in love with clothes of any description. Some of the clothes I own are second hand, others were new, but never at the height of fashion when I bought them. But as I was driving through Haugesund the other day I saw a dress in the window of one particular shop. And I fell in love. It was feminine, it was red and cream and I wanted it.
I got my sock savings out this morning and decided that I would give the dress a go. So, inbetween jobs I took the bus to the shop. The price tag was a bit higher than I expected, but that didn't matter too much. The fact that the dress was silk was a yea/nea moment as well. But the dress was still very pretty and feminine and I still wanted it.
I didn't get it. Not because it was made of silk and not because of the price tag. Because it was too small. The sales lady showed me a few other dresses, most of which looked like coloured potato sacks to me. I left empty handed. The sock savings are going right back to where they came from!