I’m pretty god damn in love with this fucking floral dress. Like, in love enough to use some fairly crass words on the internet. Yeah. That much. I picked it up on a whim at F21 (side note: I’m such a hypocrite, I badmouth that store so much but man it’s good for a quick fix) and it’s just perfect. The fit is perfect and, before I washed it, the length was perrrrrfect. It shrunk a bit in the wash, but next time it goes in I’ll skip the dryer and let it hang to stretch it back out. Should do the trick, according to David’s mom. These photos are from my favorite outfit spot, the dog park we take Lyra. It’s a little tucked away ledge spot that works really well, especially since it’s a fairly deserted area in the park. Lots of privacy for those awkwardly public & narcissistic photos. Oh also? I’ll say it a million more times but black tights + brown boots = YUM. Really, though, black tights + ANYTHING = perfection.