top: Rugby; skirt: Hunter Dixon (old); shoes: COACH; bag: Lulu Guinness; earrings & ring: DANNIJO
RUFFLES. This is the word that popped in my head when I first saw this top (it was quickly followed with a squeal of delight as I have a fondness for ruffles which is equal to but not greater than my fondness for Ruffles- especially the sour cream ‘n’ onion variety). As the R-word is the only thing running through my head as I sit here trying to come up with copy for this post, we’re going to roll with it.
RUFFLES…RUFFLES…RUFFLES…Paired with the box pleats of the skirt, I have enough folds of fabric in this ensemble to pass as a dust ruffle on a very regal bed (hey, I am in purple after all)…perhaps a Buckingham Palace bed which would have been the perfect place to observe the Queen busting out her best Funky Chicken when Britain’s own Andy Murray won the US Open on Monday. HRH’s demure physical display would then be followed with salt and vinegar Ruffles because this rather strange post desperately needs to come full circle.
Did we make it? Did I take a rather ridiculous opening and weave into a vaguely relevant post while gratuitously alluding to my home nation’s sporting victory? It was a bumpy ride but I think we managed to come out of it still looking cute even if slightly ruffled (oh yes, I went there). HAPPY WEDNESDAY!