Summer dresses have it so easy. They never have to share—not with sweaters or tights or scarves or coats or anything. Me, I’m always fighting with all the other layers. Well, the underwear knows its place, which is a blessing, but the coat—lord, you’d think the coat would know by now, but every single time it grabs, grabs, grabs, until I’m all pulled up and lumpy. I hate that. But summer dresses don’t ever worry about that. Summer dresses drift blithely along, never bunched up or staticky, perennially on the way to a picnic. I’ve never been to a picnic.

Ive never been to a picnic.Awww. That makes me feel sorry for the poor dress.
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Wow, that looks like the kind of dress that could be changed in a twinkling by changing the collar, but I don’t know about the button right on a girls hips. I hate that way coats make a dress bunch up and then fighting with the static cling, yuck!
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I love that dress-does that make me drab?Ive allways been a bit into granny chic.
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I’m with roach… I think it’s so sad that this dress has never been to a picnic!I think the dress could have been worn by a governess… surely she could have picnicked with the children one day? 🙂
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What a cute dress! She may never have gone on a picnic, but I’m thinking she’d love proper afternoon tea!Besides, picnics are overrated – all those ants and nasty creepy crawlies…
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I think this dress is cute. I would wear it. I guess Im drab too.
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