An embarrassment of floral dresses, part 1
My favorite floral dress ever came into my life at a San Francisco vintage store in 1988. It was silk, and midnight blue with tiny red roses, and it fit me perfectly. I wore it literally into the ground, and then just kept wearing it, even as it wore through in some spots and sprouted a tiny rip at the shoulder, because I was in my twenties and shopped in vintage stores, and all my clothes were trashed, to varying degrees. Eventually, the dress started falling apart in meaningful ways that even I couldn’t ignore, and I had to no choice but to retire it. But it has lived on in my mind for all these years—no doubt growing more magnificent through the haze of memory—and I’ve never found a worthy successor. Some of the following come close, though. First up: of course I love the bold, poppy green here.
A slightly longer silk option.
Such a flattering waistline on this one.
I dig how clean and simple this is, and the green and blue print is quite winning.
The flounces on the skirt make this a particularly feminine choice.
I always like florals on a dark background.
This caftan dress looks hugely comfortable.
A quite well-priced choice, in an easy shape.
I love a peony.
A gorgeous, curve-hugging option from Veronica Beard that is nicely marked down.
The print here is so fun and retroish.
I like the juxtaposition here between the hippie girl print and the clean silhouette.
Such a good weekend option.