When I go shopping with people and they start to grab stuff exclaiming 'Susie, that top/dress/skirt is SOOOOOO you!', I have to be skeptical. It's not that I don't trust other people's judgement but it's that well, my tastes are so varying and ever-changing that anything that is seemingly 'SO Susie' one day is probably 'so-UN Susie' the next day. However, when a friend kept on speaking of a certain yellow dress at Zara, my ears did perk up a little. For some god forsaken reason, I'm really taking a fancy to Zara this season even though my head tells me that the quality is a little on the dubious side. The friend's description went something like 'It's got these huge poofy tiers in the most vibrant shade of yellow.' Tiers and yellow. Ok, I'm very interested.
Then on several bus rides down Oxford and Regent Street, what kept popping out at me in Zara's window displays. That freaking dress! I had to concede that for once someone had got the 'SO Susie' guess spot on. I wanted it. I had to have it. Even Kingdom of Style's discerning conclusion of the dress didn't deter me. In the end after trawling through several branches, I had to settle for a soiled version of the dress as the last size small had this hideous foundation mark down the front (when you get marks like that, you have to wonder how much make-up people are trawling on their faces.....).
A bit of dry cleaning later and I'm loving it. The tiers are SO big, SO poofy, SO weighty - therefore SO me. Call me a lemon meringue, a giant daffodil or a yellow mess of a clown, I may be all those things.....
