Today was sweet all the way around. The unseasonably warm, 90-degree temperature yesterday which broke a record for the Mid-Atlantic region set back in 1922 abated, leaving my area with a much milder, 78 degree day today, still too warm for mid-April but a lot closer to ideal. With forsythia, wild cherry, flowering quince and daffodils blooming like mad along the roads I travel on my commute to Washington D.C. from Baltimore County, I was definitely in the mood to break out something pretty to wear, something über feminine and floral.
The clear answer was in this gossamer piece by Starina, a vintage beauty I bought at JCPenney in the 1970s when I worked for the retailer while attending college in Northern California. Featuring a sweetheart neckline and fluttery cap sleeves, the dress channeled my most girly self as I slipped it on. With dainty pink roses and creamy yellow flowers splashed across a deep navy background, the fabric was sheer enough that I needed to wear a full slip underneath. Does anyone ever wear slips anymore? This one, also navy, belonged to my mother eons ago.
A wide-brimmed hat on which I’d pinned a white paper flower shaded me from the brilliant sun as I strode across the vast parking lot at the subway station on the outskirts of our nation’s capitol. A breeze played with the sweeping hemline of the tea-length rayon as seagulls squawked their approval overhead.
It was a gorgeous day by all accounts, and I was very pleased to be out in it, exuding such a ladylike ethos. Sweet.